I don’t know when it was
Or why it happened
But I hope that someday
I will cross your mind
I hope that I am a constant thought
In the back of your brain.
Every night as you lay in your bed
I hope you feel a little bit of guilt
Before you shut your eyes
I hope as you dream
You wonder what became of me.
I hope you wake up one day
Driven mad by your dreams
To search for me.
I hope you pray…
I hope you pray that when
You find me
I will forgive you.
Forgive you for
In your quandary
What am I going to be to you?
Just a sad hope that I could be something to you
Something that you can just slip something smelly and used into the mail
That you think that I should be grateful for
To you, this is making an effort.
To me I just feel like the infidelic child
That you are obligated to.
For spitting me into the world.
To me that is where the real answer lies.
I was fine without you as I pick up the pieces all by myself.
I am happier without you here
Tarnishing each phone call
With happy waste.