You tell me you want to see me,
but when I ask you to come,
you’re busy.
You say you miss my voice,
but you never called.
Was it too late —
or just too easy not to?
You say you want a vacation with me,
but when I show you the tickets,
you tell me
I don’t know what to do with my money.
You say you like women who write poems.
I wrote to you every night,
in a slow rhythm,
with empty hands.
But you wanted something “mature.”
You say you want a new house.
So, out of care for you,
I packed your bags
and changed the lock.
Isn’t life beautiful?
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 4:34 PM UTC
You tell me you want to see me,
but when I ask you to come,
you’re busy.
You say you miss my voice,
but you never called.
Was it too late —
or just too easy not to?
You say you want a vacation with me,
but when I show you the tickets,
you tell me
I don’t know what to do with my money.
You say you like women who write poems.
I wrote to you every night,
in a slow rhythm,
with empty hands.
But you wanted something “mature.”
You say you want a new house.
So, out of care for you,
I packed your bags
and changed the lock.
Isn’t life beautiful?