Sad Poems

One of these days

I come running

at your smallest call

But if I need you,

you don't come at all.

I forfeit sleep to

make sure you're okay.

But you won't make time

for me any day

We talk when you want,

then I'm ignored.

I'm left wondering

if you just got bored.

You push me away

knowing I'll reappear.

But one of these days,

I just won't be here.