My insecurities are running high. I’m trying to keep them reigned in, but it’s difficult when I feel ignored. I’m wracking my brain; trying to recall everything I’ve done or said. What could it be? The reason you’re neglecting me?
I’m logical and I’m calm and I know, I really do, that there’s nothing I did wrong.
I know me and I know I couldn’t possibly let it slide like this… if I were you. But that’s just me. Clearly, not you.
In this day and in this time, there can’t be an excuse good enough to explain your lack of words. The technology is there, day and night, at your convenience, when it’s on your mind… to just say hi, or drop a line, or ask how’s it going… are you okay?
But there’s the trick… It’s not, I’m not, on your mind. At all.
And I ask, are you okay? But even then, it’s only crickets that I hear.
My faith in you can only stretch so far; and believe it, it has gone farther than it should. Like salt-water taffy; two ends pulled apart until nothing but a string remains.
A sweet, salty, pleasurable string; nothing more than a teasing taste of what it ought to be. And now the string is broken and collapsed, flailing stiffly in the wind.
Wait, is that me or is that you? I can’t keep track of it anymore.
I’m pretty sure, in fact, that it is you… and not me.