It is not a story
Neither a poem
It's about what I feel
And you refuse to accept,
Oh yes! dear, you refused to accept.
I told you .. I told you again and again,
That evening when we last met;
Yes you are right, we didn't talk that day
But dear, I told you and you refused to accept.
Now you may ask when I told you?
Then I will say in the silence,
In that silence when I come close to you
But you ignored me, you ignored my presence.
Oh dear, you refuse to accept.
We talk when you want,
Then I am ignored
I am left wondering
If you just got bored.
You push me away knowing I will reappear
I won't be here;
You may ask then why am I not there?
You refused to accept me
So I made it clear.