I started to write a poem
but then i realized
no one is going to listen
or going to care
everyone is too busy
too  easy  just brush it off the sleeve
like a fallen hair
pretend to never care  or if
you were even there
until thats what they beleive


since  promises get broken
words a dime a dozen
loves fall  into and fails out
friends come and go
seem to never care

i started to write a poem
just to be silent












Maybe then my heart ,my voice, my love will be heard.
                                                     alan spivey 2015