Your Move

Written February 17, 2010

Made a promise today.
Its consequences worry me.
Will you notice,
that I’m keeping it?
Though you don’t know
what I’ve vowed,
will my absence,
cross your mind?

I can hope,
that I won’t care anymore,
and that it won’t hurt me,
if you don’t either.

Or I can hope,
that you’ll suddenly realize,
that I mean something to you.

I’ve pulled a lot of stops,
and the optimist in me
thinks maybe you’ve responded.

I’m getting tired of wondering.

It’s time,
whether I like it or not,
to see who gives a damn.
I’m living my life.

You decide if you want to join me.