I share my time;
Often with those who do
not share their time.
A second or two,
if they are feeling generous.

I understand.
We all have our own time,
to live and breath,
to fight and forgive.
But you never take the time to notice.

Notice what?

Anything, anything at all.
The floor boards.
Some are missing inches on the side,
leaving a ravine for dust to gather.
And others have been stained
By time in the sun.

Silverware never goes in the wash,
instead you do them by hand.
Blue ones go in the cup, the rest in the drawer.
I never bothered to ask,
but I noticed the quirk.

I notice the sugar crystals
on the counter top next to the coffee ***.
You had set the spoon there,
instead of the sink. I did not want,
to say anything.

I wanted you to think
of me first. Selfish of me I know.
I wanted you to notice
my mannerisms and habits of home.
But you have never taken the time.