I love you.
Even when it's three am
And your "I'll call you later"
Fell flat on the cement
A few hours ago.
"I told you so"s bounce
Off the roadway
Like rain, or perhaps tears.
Ignored warnings of
"He'll do the same to you"
And "You can't trust him"s
Are piled in the gutter like
A heap of long forgotten litter.
Along with the stale cigarette
Butts and ancient soda cans.
I'll always love you, even when
I feel hurt and forgotten and
You leave me stranded on my
Road of life while I wait for you
To care and come back for me again.

06/14/2005

Posted on 06/15/2005
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