Hey You

Hey You pretending you don't know and I wonder if you care that You are the one for me.

Years evolved into a new millennium of me waiting for You, but one thing you forgot - Love is ALIVE!! ...and like all other living things, Love grows.

The love I once knew for You has grown and morphed, shifted and changed into an emotion I dare not name - and it's not my fault - You are to blame.

I refuse to allow Depression's weight to hold me down or Lonely's pain to stain my crown - not ashamed of the patience I had - waiting for you or the Love I saved -  to share with You.

I can walk with my head up and proud - shout with my lungs open wide - my feelings are important, and I will not hide.

I will pull myself up by the straps of boots that don't fit and loosen their grip to know their comfort.

I won't be mad at You for making your choices - doing who's popular, ignoring the voices - of our heart.

Our heart beating as one, but you dance to a different tune, failing to realize that soon - your heart will beat alone - hearing You call, but I can't answer the phone.

You are no longer the You I once knew (or maybe You are?) - allowing their flavors to disturb our mix - hearing your plead, but sugar can't fix.

So now I'm here - free of You - released from hoping that one day, You would return - the road You travel is the one you chose - You are the end of this chapter.

The book I close.

By Andrew J Dorsey
10/8/2008 - 8:54 p.m.

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