belated

forgetful 

is a mind content

with a world that is other-bent

no time to think of what you meant

you could have said

"i want you too"

but you had other things to do

so i stood by 

while you hid lies

and beauty in you slowly died

you could have said

"i'm sorry for..."

but you did not open that door

so i leaned my head

against the post

and longed for all that i missed most

your "thank you" 

had its edges frayed

like "happy belated birthday"

inside my ears 

i feel the sting

a clipping of desire's wings

"i'm grateful 

that you let me go-

just thought that you might want to know"