You call
to tell me
you miss me
I turn
to face the door of the house
waiting for a knock
Days later
you call
to say
you need me
but still aren’t here
the dandelions on the lawn
are rolling their eyes
in disappointment
the grass
has declared
you yesterday’s news
What do I care
if you love me
or miss me
or need me
when you aren’t doing anything about it
If I’m not the love of your life
I’ll be the greatest loss instead
