Judgemental Me! Poem by Holly Moon

When she's busy she's engrossed,
Thinks of no-one at all.
Work, work, work,
And all on ignore.

I'm the same you know.
But do I even consider this,
When my only thought is a loss so deep,
And the nagging feeling that she doesn't care,
For if she did she'd call.

I decide to call,
She's busy and brushes me off,
Without a second thought,
But now I'm no longer mad,
I feel bad for being such a fool,
She's always sweet to me,
Even when she's rushed,
She doesn't hang up before,
She's sure that I'm not fussed.

Sometimes I'm a pain,
Nothing to gain,
I need too much attention,
Her attention span is short,
She's busy,
She doesn't want to know.

I know we both feel the same,
We could have been twins,
In some ways,
Most ways,
Until we clash on silly matters.

We don't do regret We just move on.
It's not important,
More urgent matters.

I've not heard from her for so long,
Long for me is counted in hours not days or years,
It's like we're on different planets,
All down due to work,
But it's always like that,
I called to ask if we've quarrelled,
She was busy,
Her reply, short and sweet,
If you can call it that,
Another day,
I'm exhausted, Hungry and overloaded with work.

I said great,
You've brushed me off again,
Well fine, ok.

I'm sorry I cause her such disturbance,
I do honestly regret,
My insecurity and judgements,
Am I wrong to expect,
To be more important then work!

Till next time,
Same old routine.
One day I might scream!