Apparently, all I was worth was
One phone call in the last
I don’t know how many years.
You told me how important I was.
Words come and go, floating by in
Teeming or sparse configurations.
Alluding, promising, seducing,
Unconvincing me.
Faded, creased picture in my mind.
I try to recall what you look like;
A mocking expression, a snide smile,
My worth rushes into focus.
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Such a sad poem. Makes me think of someone who didn’t care for me once upon a time.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Candace. I feel the same way. Sincerely, Guy.