neglect has a presence. that extreme feeling of need that i can’t ignore
when you just sit there.
at times it is painful, and others simply desire.
why won’t you just look at me?
perhaps a little smile? or touch?
i begin to fear i am not actually here.

if you were to stop talking, and move your hand
i could relax. i am done with the conversation
and the questions. i would like to sit.
is there an end to your need?
i do what i can, and i offer you my best.
perhaps i am not enough for you.

let’s embrace and come together!
i want to forget this thing
and love!

can you please just let be.
why must i do these other things
in order to love?