What You Don'T Do. Poem by Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams

I wake up in the morning in a bit of a rush.
Bright red cheeks, full of blush.
I expect to see you, so I look my best.
But then the rain hits, but none the less.
I sit in my seat ready and waiting.
You never show. But I'm still waiting.

I expect you to notice me.
But you don't.
I expect you to notice I've tried to be as pretty as can be.
But you don't.
I expect a hug and a kiss, and love from you.
But you, don't.

We barely talk anymore.
You just look at me and smile.
Am I still something you adore?
Or did that only last for a while?
I'm bad at this.
I just wish I was the woman you miss..