I wrote something for you
the other day
but you didn’t hear it
because you are never around
when I compose
because you are never around
ever
because you seem to always find
some other place to be
whenever
I am
anywhere.

I do not
take it personally
(really!)
but you
are never here
and I
am always
without you.

I would like to say
that you
are missing out
by not hearing
what I wrote
but it seems clear
that
it’s not you
who suffers here.

No.

You’re not
suffering
much
at all.