The title should speak for itself. I'm wary of this. I don't know what it is. I barely see you. Talk to you, very little. It's been too long sense I last saw you. Figure it out. Don't play me out. I feel as though you have cut me into pieces and spread me thin so maybe I will last longer. But the agony I feel has no regrets or hesitation. You will not leave my thoughts. Then they leave me completly, leaving me alone and the cold starts to seep in through at my toes, the slow aching pain of the unwanted or unneeded. If you wanted or needed me you would have called me. You would have asked. Have you forgotten that I am here, did you think I had abandoned you? Have you not noticed my failed attempts to show myself. What did I do? What did I say? Was it my hair? The way I talked, walked, ate, slept, LIVED? What was it? and most I would like to to is Why? Why do you leave me in the cool damp depts of your summery mind? Why am I forgotten until reminded of your obligation? You make promises of bells, and many other beautiful things but all I see is distance.