Why Do I Try?

I don't know

If you want to see me.

I don't know

If I should bother going.

You say we're friends,

But we lost touch,

And you feel a world away.

I know you're busy,

But why do we do this?

Why do we get so busy

With things instead of people?

Do you call people you haven't

Seen

Or spoken to

Or thought of

In weeks

Your friends?

In months?

In years?

Where is the line?

When do you

Finally know it's over?

I feel as though

I'm trying to raise the dead.

I feel as though

I'm still running

In a race that ended yesterday.

I feel as though

I'm waiting outside a store

That will never open again.

I feel as though

I keep calling a number

That's been disconnected.

I feel as though

I'm trying to hold

The moon in the sky.

It's too heavy for me.

I can't do it.

There's no point

In doing it.

Why do I try?

I don't know

If you want to hear from me.

I don't know

If that's the only time

I cross your mind.

I've nearly forgotten

Why you ever cross mine.

This probably

Isn't fair.

This probably

Won't change anything.

This probably

Will never reach you.

You probably

Won't understand.

I don't know

Why I'm writing it;

I don't know

What else to do.

I'm sorry.

I've said it

A thousand times;

You probably want

To smack me,

Like a broken cd player.

But it's still true.

I'm sorry.

I don't know.