Once it gave me courage
To think someone out there
In the great beyond
Cared about me
Thought about me
Wanted me.
Now I find it boring
Not like painting your nails boring
But watching it dry boring.
It is as unfulfilling
As getting sand
When you’re dying
Of a thirst.
All the time you thought I sat here
Waiting for you
To make up your mind
I was important enough
To touch
I was caught up
In so many traps
That even I,
Sometimes,
Thought I wouldn’t get out.
Once upon a time you fed me
Something I really needed.
Today I have nothing
And like that
So much more.
Better late than never.Patience is a virtue.