11/10 poetry

questions

questions

did I ever tell you I'm sorry?
no, I forgot
that I never told you I
love you.
slipped out of kind,
ran out of sight,
but now it's too late,
oh, won't you allow one more chance
at fate?
I'm sorry.
and I love you.

was that enough?
it wasn't, of course.
but it'd be enough for me.
why are we so different?
one desperate for someone
to adore,
the other far too aware of how
fragile and ephemeral love is?

I have so many questions.
why you really left me,
why you realized you didn't
need me so soon?
why you figured my heart
wasn't worth a reaction?

why your eyes still sparkle
when I'm not there?
mine don't.
I can barely
function.

why you don't tremble
when I glance your way?
why you hear me speak
but don't listen?
why you can't
stay?

but you won't answer them.
none of my questions matter
to you.
I didn't--
why would they?
why.
so many why's.

but no what's.
because we,
you
were never anything.
as I was nothing to you.

that's fair.