I left you in hopes that you would never
forget anything we had done
and now it seems
like my memory of you is slipping
away, even though I’ve known
you seemingly forever.
You do not know how many times I go
to bed crying because
you have avoided me,
or because of the biting call I was
so excited to get at first which gradually
turned to an accusation.
How can you leave me
like this, alone at the time I need
you most? I can’t replace you.
You have forgiven me for being an idiot,
we have gotten over our cold moments so many times
and yet I feel stuck in a rut,
not knowing how to respond
to your curt answers, your cryptic
language, and now I am stuck feeling guilty
and more than a little lost.