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.