Asking For Forgiveness
It’s in the box and the flag is up.
This repetition is pretty rough.
I have written you numerous times.
Has answering once ever crossed your mind?
I made copies of all my letters to you.
I must have a shoebox full, or two.
You have no E-Mail address.
You’re not on Facebook. What a mess.
I checked ‘Twitter’ but, you’re not there.
I can’t find you on the net anywhere.
You must have my letters. None were returned.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve been burned.
I leave the porch light on every night.
In the hopes you will see the light.
If you drive by, know that I am home.
Just sitting and waiting here all alone.
Time has come and time has gone.
I know I did nothing wrong.
Counting flowers on the wall.
It doesn’t bother me at all.
It breaks up the time.
As I sit here and whine.
I even played solitaire with a deck of 51.
I never gave a hoot if I lost or won.
This may be the last time I’ll ever write to you.
It’s the last time I tell you I feel like a fool.
How long must I wait for a response dear.
I can’t drown my sorrows with a beer.
Loneliness is a dangerous word.
When left unchanged you become a jail bird.
Trapped in your own thoughts and desires.
No way out for cheaters and liars.
I am not either one.
So why the torture? Have a heart. You have none.
I am in the dark on a one way road.
There is a killer here. It’s not a toad.
It’s these paranoid thoughts.
Driving me insane. My affection rots.
I am disenagrating into a blubbery mess.
But, I have to get all this off my chest.
I am sorry mother for all I’ve done.
Won’t you please make contact with your son.
——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)