I'm sure I did it again
Don't ask me how.
I ask myself this,
and I come up with a list
That is twenty miles long,
Listing everything,
Yet blank,
Just as confused as I.

I don't quite know,
If it was my insanity or yours
That shoved us away.
Maybe a bit of both?
Maybe it was neither.
Maybe you got sick of me,
I know I'm quite annoying
And I have to many flaws.
How did you ever put up with me?!

Maybe it was you,
Maybe we're just too different now.
But it wasn't your fault,
You've done nothing wrong.
You never do.

You can come back,
Anytime.
There will always be a spot for you.
Because you were great.
Funny and silly,
And even when you weren't
I felt nice near you.
And I know you're having problems,
I know too well,
For I read it in your poems,
And it hurts.
I want to help,
But only if I'm wanted,
Because in all those poems,
About people you like and love,
People who you need around
None are about me.

Please come back,
The table will feel empty.
I will feel a little empty.
I miss you.