Do you miss me like I miss you?
Do you miss when we drew together?
Did you forget to mention why you left or did you just not care to mention why?
Did it hurt you when you left?
Did you ever look back and see me standing there waiting for you with my colored pencils in hand?
You offered to explain years later but by then the crayons were already melted in my hands and the tears were dried I couldn’t care no longer and I didn’t need an explanation on why
You took offense to this then refused to say goodbye couldn’t look me in the eye
So even though you think I’m mad all I ask myself is why
Why did you do what you did?
How could you hurt the ones closest to me?
My mom and you were so close at what point did that change?
I guess you did, you did when you went away
I still wait for you though knowing you won’t show and I think even if you did I would prefer to color on my own
because you refuse to color in the boundaries you push your colored pencils into the lines without a second thought
you give my colored pencils back broken in hopes that I won’t mind
But I do mind the mind games you play I wished that things could have stayed a different way but things are different now and so are you so I’ll color on my own from now on drawing many lines between you and I
