Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

May 12, 2008

Not Here

by Jessica

I am here and you are not.
You have seen me,
But you do not know me.
Do you think of me?
Do you even care?
I want your attention,
Even for the briefest moment in time.
I do not understand why it matters so.
You cannot miss what you have never known.
Then why do I miss what I do not have?
If you do wish to know me;
Why have you not tried?
Is it guilt?
Do you regret your choice?
I do not.
So why would you?
I have always hoped the best for you,
Whatever that maybe.
I am here and you could be too.
I do not hold a grudge against you.
The question is,
Do you hold one against yourself?

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