Dying A Long Death Without Love

I am not asking you to pay attention

I am not asking for sympathy

I do not plea

I don’t deserve anything

I am not entitled

I am not supposed

I am not given

I am not shown

I am not delivered

I am only you

Only what you could have been

I am calm, washed, clean

I am alive, living, not dead

Until recently

Undiscovered

Turned a corner

I looked, gazed

So slowly

A moment passed

Gone

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.11.30.16:18:27@130BklynNYC