The Sun Never Rises

Poem 3 -- Might

You are looking at me, but you don't see me.

You are hearing me, but you aren't listening.

You are talking to me, but nothing is said.

It's times like these where I wonder

Do you care that I'm standing in front of you?

Do you care that I have an opinion about this world?

Do you care that we, who used to talk for hours, barely speak?

I wish I had an answer.

You used to be my best friend,

but now it doesn't seems like it matters to you if I exist anymore.

Does it?

I'd like to believe that it does,

that you might care about me,

that you might miss me,

that you might love me.

But thinking these things,

that you might,

might,

might,

just gets my hopes up.

It makes me feel like there is a chance

for us

you and me

to be friends again.

But then comes reality

and I realize:

you might just hate me...