stupid, stupid girl.

Shaken.
Up too late, nostalgic.
I miss us.
I miss when you would call me
Make plans, spontaneity.

But now, all is worked into a schedule.
Things conflict. Times crunch
I miss you.
You don’t seem to miss me.

I’m leaving soon.
You don’t seem to understand.
I wish you’d call me to make plans
You know I hate asking.
It makes me feel weak
Hopeless
Desperate.

I wish we had time.
Time to laugh, time to smile.
I get one day of you, then it’s gone.
A certain block of time.
Clock in, clock out.

We’re going through the motions
Until I have to leave.