The best days go forward
While you’re too busy
Wiping the snot
From the bottom of your sleeve-
Moments not forgotten
But bitterly fought over
During feuds
That only plant the seeds
Of divorce.

Even sitting here now
I can imagine dressing it all up
Just to turn my back on it.

I’m sorry- call me a cynic
But I never have loved you
And never will-

There’s just too much
Of this boredom within you-
I could call you names
And walk out
But I’m just not in that big of a rush.