Peace & Poetry

Many a time I’ve heard it said,
“You don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone”
‘Til her hair escapes your fingers
and all passion has fled.

O, how I’ve neglected thee,
and ignored thy sighs
to accept lies of false comfort.
Couldn’t you hold out longer?

I thought you’d understand
that guys just wanna have fuh-un
and then come back to your security;
With no mention of anything said; nothing done.

How could I know you hated my games
when you told me your cold silence was “just tired?”
Those red flags should have been sirens
so I could tell you you were crazy.

The truth is, self-reflection is hard
and sometimes I’m just lazy,
but of course you know that;
You know me better than I know myself.

Okay…I’ll shelve the games, and burn the excuses.
My phone is off and YouTube is muted.
Maybe if I sit here long enough in silence,
Focus, will you come back to me?