little things
like the poem you wrote her
that you didn’t write me
and probably never will
little things
like the way you talk
about how hard moving will be
making me believe it will never be
little things
like how busy you get
too busy to call
too busy to talk
little things
like not asking me
if i was listening to that
or want to listen to this
little things
like not hearing me cry
when i’m next to you
wishing you would ask why
little things
like not noticing i’m angry
or the sarcasm in my voice
telling you i’m letting go
(c) Jennifer Renne’ Davis
April 18, 2000