Musings by The Poet Loriet
Lost?
On the phone today,
you said the words,
"I've lost you."
Lost?
Was I mistaken
when I thought you didn't care?
All I was to you was a mistake.
I took our relationship
far too seriously,
read too much into it.
You didn't care about my feelings,
refused me the apology I craved,
hung up the phone on me
when I needed you most.
You never even fought
when I said goodbye.
You avoided me when
I saw you in public,
didn't ask me for a hug
the other night (I would
have given you one).
You only call me
when you're drunk or
have a reason to
discuss something.
You never call just
to say hi anymore
or stop by my house.
I've not heard one
"I miss you"
from your lips although
you asked me repeatedly
if I missed you until
I broke down and
admitted I did.
So, how am I lost
when all your actions
told me to "get lost"?
We played hide and seek.
I took off running
to hide my emotions from you,
try to heal wounds you inflicted.
You stood at your tree with
your hands over your eyes,
counted to one hundred
and walked away from the game,
never bothering to seek,
and I was right here
all the while.
You did not lose me.
You just stopped looking.
Lori Beal
you said the words,
"I've lost you."
Lost?
Was I mistaken
when I thought you didn't care?
All I was to you was a mistake.
I took our relationship
far too seriously,
read too much into it.
You didn't care about my feelings,
refused me the apology I craved,
hung up the phone on me
when I needed you most.
You never even fought
when I said goodbye.
You avoided me when
I saw you in public,
didn't ask me for a hug
the other night (I would
have given you one).
You only call me
when you're drunk or
have a reason to
discuss something.
You never call just
to say hi anymore
or stop by my house.
I've not heard one
"I miss you"
from your lips although
you asked me repeatedly
if I missed you until
I broke down and
admitted I did.
So, how am I lost
when all your actions
told me to "get lost"?
We played hide and seek.
I took off running
to hide my emotions from you,
try to heal wounds you inflicted.
You stood at your tree with
your hands over your eyes,
counted to one hundred
and walked away from the game,
never bothering to seek,
and I was right here
all the while.
You did not lose me.
You just stopped looking.
Lori Beal
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