Apr 2019
You go on and on about love,
and about taking the time to be there.
To show the ones you love you care.
But maybe that doesn’t apply here.
You show up at the worst,
and leave because you can.
No hey how’s it going?
Or I was just thinking about you.
You speak of being there for those that matter.
But the blood that runs deep,
never really mattered to you.
Because you come when it’s convenient.
You call when want takes over sincerity.
Tell everyone to do the little things for you,
and yet the line keeps ringing from miles away.
You hold on to memories and heritage
with no one around to share them with.
We’re right here.
Same place we have been.
We haven’t forgotten,
and our hearts ache when words are disconnected.
I’m doing my best to keep the hope alive.
But where hope flows as far as a river,
here it runs dry.
So instead of hoping for something that isn’t willing to do the same,
I’ll hope for something else that won’t leave me bitter and confused.
and about taking the time to be there.
To show the ones you love you care.
But maybe that doesn’t apply here.
You show up at the worst,
and leave because you can.
No hey how’s it going?
Or I was just thinking about you.
You speak of being there for those that matter.
But the blood that runs deep,
never really mattered to you.
Because you come when it’s convenient.
You call when want takes over sincerity.
Tell everyone to do the little things for you,
and yet the line keeps ringing from miles away.
You hold on to memories and heritage
with no one around to share them with.
We’re right here.
Same place we have been.
We haven’t forgotten,
and our hearts ache when words are disconnected.
I’m doing my best to keep the hope alive.
But where hope flows as far as a river,
here it runs dry.
So instead of hoping for something that isn’t willing to do the same,
I’ll hope for something else that won’t leave me bitter and confused.
Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt deeply when they decided to push you away? For years they stayed away. Only called to ask for something and when no was said, the calls got fewer and far between. They showed up when tragedy hit. Cried with the rest of us, but left and never cared to pick up the phone. Your number we tried. You ignored. Facebook... Instagram... you leave us in the dust. And messages you post of being there and showing up leave me bitter. As much as I want to forgive you and understand that things may be hard for you, you didn’t have to completely shut us out and forget we’re going through our own difficulties as well. I know I am. And as badly as I wish you were here, I know I can’t keep hoping some day you’ll turn a corner. Because it’s already been too late once before. And if you were to come through that door or pick up the line, it’ll never go back to the way it was.
