Pain strikes
Tears threaten to come
My heart hurts
And I’ve begun to hate airports
For you arrive from them and bring joy with you
And from them you leave and bring this pain
Everytime I get the chance to see you,
I go for it
But when you are here
You ignore me until you see fit to give me your attention
You chat with mom and dad
And the little one, our sister,
Delights you to no end
And you make it seem like
I no longer matter except
For certain thing to which
You deem me worthy
Well next time we see
Each other the scenario will
Be much different, I promise

02/04/2001

Posted on 09/26/2001
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