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Jul 2013
It's been a good while now,
Since you walked away.
You never told me the truth,
And I still have a lot to say...

People have told me these things,
Things I never really wanted to know,
But everyone says you're happy now
And maybe I'm just confused, so...

You say you're hurting for money,
Food Stamps, you said, kept you going,
Some stupid old urge to offer help,
Lost dreams, feelings, forgoing.

Yet why do I still feel this way?
Is it just cause the last one left?
Am I just on the rebound right now,
or is it your attention of which I'm Bereft?

Would I still honestly do Anything for you?
Is this confusion just the heat and the hunger?
Do I still Dream of that smile sometimes?
Or just Nostalgia of days when we were younger?

I don't know what to say right now.
My life's just in a complete mess.
I won't ever interrupt your happiness,
But I'm still in love with you, I confess.
Dave Zucker
Written by
Dave Zucker  Chicago
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