Momentary Distractions...

Let me disappear today
that is, in fact, if i ever was
give me little rhyme
and less reason
for once, let's just say...
because...

i'm tired of the tears
and fears turned to phobia,
the jeers down the years
from strangers
never taking time to know you
Snap judgements, books and covers
Traumatic changes,
just how does one recover?
How many times must the door slam
in my face,
before i turn away?

i am always forgiving
but i can never not forget
but what it is i tire of
is the helplessness and regret
Foolish words and foolish temper
when it is all as simple
as picking up a phone to say
"Hey, how have you been?
You know, i have missed you..."
               05-16-10