Ventilation

Only a matter of time

Till death consumes what is mine.

I tried to tell you with rhyme,

But you couldn't pay attention.

Your memory needs retention.

You even ask the questions,

And expect an honest answer,

But how can I talk,

When you metaphorically walk off,

And wonder to another's problem.

A good friend indeed,

And a good friend in need,

But I gave you my heed,

And now it's I who bleed.

Maybe next time,

My rhyme will come with

More time,

And maybe you'll listen

When you ask so smitten,

What's on my mind.

Maybe then, I'll actually get your time.

Even if I did,

It wouldn't change the fact,

That you forget what's first from last.

So maybe it's better I save my breath

And just be quiet until you forget.