Familiar Words

[Alexia]

You ask me all about myself.
Why bother if you’re just passing through.
Oh how you love me so very much,
Then excitement wears off and boredom sets in.

Familiar patterns begin to form.
Preparing me for what’s to come
Forgotten phone calls because you slept
Cancelled dates for sudden emergencies.

Bit by bit distance grows,
Until suddenly those familiar words.
“It’s not you, it’s me……”
And again a heart has been broken.

So if you’re passing through my dear.
Don’t even hang your hat.
Don’t ask my name, don’t say hello.
For I’ve not time for a broken heart.

Alexia
2003

[engarde]

"Preparing me for what’s to come"

Good line and it works well in your poem

[Alexia]

Thank you. But there is still so much to learn. Sure wish I could write like some of the people in this room. Wow.....

Alexia

[Joy]

That poems is so true.Interesting.

[Maryann22]

i really like it. it rings so true.