You called me on the phone last night
to tell me you weren't coming.
The wedding was canceled.
The doctors appointments are online.
There isn't a reason anymore.
I told you it would be all right.
I wasn't going in the fall.
It was dangerous to travel.
And I didn't want to risk anyone's health.
Spending Thanksgiving and Christmas alone would be fine.
I'm a picky eater anyway.
And Christmas hasn't felt the same in years.
We'll go into another year,
separately and further apart.
I won't say anything
because I don't want to be a burden.
But the loneliness is creeping in.
And I want to be your reason.
YOU ARE READING
My Sonnets and Poetry
PoetryA collection of Sonnets by yours truly. They follow the iambic pentameter thing and the pattern abab, cdcd, efef, gg. Kind of like Shakespearean Sonnets, but their my own. As of May 7, 2013, I've added in random poetry as well.
