Sometimes I Just Want To Cry Poem by Stephenie VanCampJones

i don't understand how so much time
has gone by and still
no word from you.
no call, no letter, no sign.
are you even still
alive?
is there one scant breath left
over from our last conversation
when all you had was venim
on your tongue
and one too many lies?

so much has happened, so much has changed
yet so much remains the same.

sometimes i yearn to pick up the phone
and speak as if that day never happened.

sometimes i think back to when you were there for me
as it should have been
a mother for her daughter.
but more times than not i remember
how i had to take over
and be the role model for you;
your bridge over years of troubled waters.

how did we get to this place
this isolation-
this quiet uncontested desolate separation.

i came from you, i was a part of you.
how could you so easily turn your back
on blood
when i was the one scorned not you.
what did i ever do?