whatever
I attempt
is discredited

whenever
I try to help
I am pushed away

if whatever
I do
is wronged
why
am I still doing it

you can
do it
he demands

I can
do it
she responds

why do you
not do it
impatiently
he asks

I am not
encouraged
invitingly
she smiles

waiting for the day
when all the leaves are coloured
expectation of joy

if I understood
what makes you smile
I would give it to you

she checks
her phone
expecting
to see his reply

she does not know
that he regrets
having written
to her in the early
hours of the day

she thus keeps
checking her phone
hoping to get
his response today

I can feel you
before you gently touch me
I sense your presence
even if you are not here
I listen to your voice
without you saying anything
I smell your skin
although you have already left
it is my memory of you
which makes me believe
that you are here

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