You don't deserve to hear my stories.
Your one-word responses
and interest in my life for just five
        minutes,
they are not getting you anything.

The few years I knew you were great,
but I wonder if they were a lie.
You said you cared, and you were
        there.
But now that I'm older,

you can't spare a care?
Can't spare a helping hand
or helping word?
I thought you were there

like you said you were.
I might see you tomorrow in passing,
but don't expect a great story…
you're gonna hear what everyone else
        hears…

which, I'm sure, is what you want.