To be or not to be*
I see you, you don't see me
I wait while you scurry
I don't want to bother you, but I want you to bother me
Should I call, can I text?
No reply for days on end
This aching heart, your hand I hold in my head over and over
over, I wish you would come
You know my feelings, no reaction
But no not this time I demand satisfaction.