Thoughts Left in a Box Under the Bed

Poetry or Prose?

Face Book

Agonizing over pages of farewells and goodbyes written as if copied and pasted.

"Have a nice summer!" Will I? "Missing you already!" Do you really?

And the all important phone number. A promise that we really will try to stay in touch.

But when I call you don't answer I die a little inside.

It was a lie and I was rejected but I only found out weeks later.

XOXO and cross out the ones that made me cry.

XOXO and hearts around the ones that I got out of bed for.

These were the same people in my life and they don't even know it. 

Label my own picture as if I might forget and tuck it away until I do.