CHECK ON ME!

I call you all the time,
not because I want to disturb you
but because I care.
My texts are always the bridges,
that keep crossing the silence
you’ve manage to build around us.

You say you’re busy,
always busy,
while my heart grows heavy
waiting for that moment
you’ll look my way to.

Do I not deserve a call?
A “How are you?”
A tender of your care
to remind me I’m never forgotten,
a soul left to my own love?

I ask for your time,
just a second
to feel the warmth I once knew.
Yet your excuses build strong walls,
and I am on the other side,
shouting into the void.

I am not a rock,
not an unfeeling shadow.
I bleed too.
I long too.
I deserve better
a love that checks on me.

So, tell me,
is it too much to ask?
Will you ever reach across
this widening distance?
Or must I teach myself
to stop calling,
to stop caring,
to stop hoping?

Check on me,
not for pity,

not for what you stand to gain

but because I matter too.