So We're Lost? Poem by Raymond Isaacs

When I needed you
You weren't there.
I tried to reach out
But you couldn't care.
Tell me
Do you think it is fair?
That I'm trying
But we're going nowhere...

You're supposedly my oxygen
But you're squeezing out my air.
Alone on this queen sized bed
Which we used to share.
I'm asking you
If what you're doing is fair?
Because although I'm trying
We are still going nowhere.

When we met, you were a diamond:
Harder than rock, but still so rare.
Young, wild and free
With the wind blowing through your hair.
But as time went by
Your love vanished into thin air.
We're running on a treadmill.
Going fast, but heading nowhere.