We drift apart
Were we ever close
I thought we were
I guess only I was
Sometimes you made
Me feel important
Lately I don’t
Think I am
I’m not important
To you or anyone else
I don’t know how
I’m supposed to feel
When I’m important
To someone
I don’t know the signs
I don’t know the words
I never learned
Born and bred in violence
That’s all I know
How do I
Learn to love
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 