Speak To Me Poem by Keel Lincoln

Maybe; I’m waiting,
Maybe; I want to know that you care,
Because, here I am, and you're not here,
I would love to go speak with you,
But it doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t feel the same,
You never gave a damn about our friendship anyway,
It was just a quick fun game,
That is now in the past,
Where it’s stuck at the last,
SPEAK to me, please,
But I will not speak to you,
I spent the last year and a half trying,
It’s your turn to come talk with me,
Then I’ll be able to finally see,
That you actually want to,
That you’re not just tolerating me and being polite,
But that you don’t actually mind being in my sight,
Please, prove to me that I’m not right,
If you say that you do care,
That our talks were good times to share,
{Is this why you come to speak with me,
Is this why you constantly invite me, to be around}
Because here I am, it’s been over a month,
Vaguely do I get to hear your sound,
And I’m wondering where you are,
What you’re up to,
And I want us to talk again,
But I don’t want to start it anymore,
Because it’s not suppose to feel like a chore,
It’s supposed to go two ways,
I’m waiting; and there go the days.