I have
no choice but
to go searching,
looking for life in eyes
that watched me when I
was a careless teen.

I search but
I am never to touch
or speak where I
am not wanted.

You have grown
big and chiseled,
looking so dandy and
chipper.

I could ask
if life is being fair,
if you're finding
everything you wanted.

And you can tell.
Notification of
who viewed it last
probably, or
you just know because
it's what you wanted.

Having the one
who you spent time
pinning after but
turned out to be
so carelessly blind,
on the verge
of tears because
could that be
me with you?

Enjoying the sand,
the bright sun.
Could we have had
that same amount of fun?

Doing things without
remembering me,
I suffer from
being the
dumb
one.