One day you will realize,
You have become saturated with my love.
And like a sponge,
You have taken what I have given to you for granted.
To absorb as if my giving is unlimited.
And from it you come to go to sometimes run again.
As if there for you to use upon request.
What is next for me is to experience my own happiness.
And to this I can attest,
There has been little to less to detect of your contribution.