Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY

Entry Twenty - Six

Dear Diary,

Now that I'm gone, you act like i don't exist
Pretending I've suddenly disappeared into a cloud of abyss
What happened to what we had
Or was that just another fantasy gone bad
I think I'm realizing what i'm doing to myself
Placing everyone in front of me high on a shelf
Just because they're their, not because of where
Not because of how they act, treat me, and share
But so I can fill a hole, with temporary cement
And it worked, for years and years it stayed up kept
But of course, there's a reason it's temporary
They leave as soon as the sun shines in February
I didn't do anything wrong, I've been there for you
But what does that matter if i'm dirt under your shoe
All I wanted to be was loved and cherished by her
And I know she'll regret it, that i am sure
But not for a while, and the wait is long
Certainly I won't come running when she rings the gong
So please, anyone, take this advice
Make sure you choose people because they're nice
The temporary walls only last a small time frame
So if you don't make a change, life will stay the same