Is Not Lost Poem by one who waits

Although flattered that you called me
An impediment to recovery
I do not wish to be

Understanding my position
I protest this imposition
For my uncompromising
Disposition
Leads me to believe
That we are forever never around
Not knowing where it’s found
Yet always to be bound

To one another

So take this to heart
Or take it not at all
See it as art
Or writing on the wall

I am here if you need me
These words will indeed be
Just simple praise of your affection

But to you I must mention
Having sought your attention
I am truly confused
You see,
I never meant to abuse you
Yet I think I may have used you

How do you feel?
How does it feel?
How are you feeling?

You see,
The intention
Is not lost
Upon me