A poem without rhyme
I see your posts; your stories; your tweets
I know that life has moved on,
But here I am, still alone in the dark
Remembering those days in the past.
I wonder if you miss her,
I wonder if you care.
Truth is, you probably don’t even notice,
That she isn’t there.
You barely talked when she was alive;
Save when you needed help,
Then came the sob story and the message
Your desperate pleas for aid.
I miss her so…