Unknowingly, yet with precision,
You slash the deepest part of me.
The words you speak sound like derision,
To me in my despondency.
I'm hurting, but you'll never know,
The pain I have interred,
And even if my anguish grows,
My sighs will not be heard.
I'm troubled by your negligence,
Yet you are unaware,
Thus I walk on in sufferance,
My sorrow undeclared.
Still I hope for your return,
Be it soon or late,
And though my heart with aching burns,
In patient tears, I wait.
Author's Note: What I wanted to convey with this piece was that you should be very careful not to neglect your friends, you have no idea how long they will wait for you. I hope I did an ok job of it. Reviews are very much appreciated.