March

In the midst of the haze you were there

but fleetingly

I don't know what happened to you after I left you

after you had left me

And now here we are

no phones

scattered notes

small hope

I am trying so hard to pull it together while deleting so much of the past

and the pain

and the friends that aren't friends

I guess you are busy living your dreams

I guess I'm waiting for mine to begin

I heard the song, the one where she sings, 'don't forget me, I beg'

I used to be that girl that needed you to remember

to notice

did anything for you

wanted so little from you

and now I only realize

it got me nowhere with you.