This is his rejection.
I don't need to ask him to reject me.
His dismissal of me is him rejecting me.
He didn't like me, nor does he seem to want me as a friend.
I'll never know what I did wrong to affirm his decision. So, it'll probably always haunt me.
But May 15, 2025
I'm calling it now,
Time of death:
4:18 AM
YOU ARE READING
Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
