Poetry 2

I Fall.

I never thought I would fall,
I always thought we would call.
But I should have known, with the way you stall.
You always seem to brawl,
Even if I'm about to bawl.
I've never felt so small,
Next to you, so tall.
Now there's an invisible wall.
And you pretend you cannot recall,
But I remember that you did not call,
You did not care at all,
I know it and yet still, I fall.