A hundred emails never read
From years ago, but still I dread
To take a look at this old book
Of all my cold detachment.
"Subject: FW: FWD: FWD: FW..."
I never even checked
And that is why they left me behind
And our relationships are wrecked.

Twenty texts I didn't answer
And you got the idea
I didn't want to be there for you
That's not true.
I wanted to be, but I failed.

Five messages I never saw,
But here they are, and still
I'll say nothing - I'll only watch,
And as I do, I ****
The friendship that we had.

Three calls went unreturned
Though I recognized the number.
I knew who you were, I just forget,
And I let this all go under.

Two performances I missed,
And two of you were there.
They ask you how it went
While I ask you "when and where?"

One letter I have failed to send,
It's the one I regret most:
I still have that letter in childish handwriting,
And to loneliness I am host.

Zero people left
Who have any reason to trust me
One person left
To remind me it's my fault
Two people left
To remind me of their trust
Three people left
To tell me I'm forgiven
Five people here
To be there even though I wasn't
Twenty people out there
Who've already forgotten
A hundred people beyond
To prove that life goes on.