(please) Stay

and I find that people

drift in and out of my life

in one year, out the next

in one day, out the next

sometimes they drift away in a minute

 

and I don’t know if it’s

something I say

or something I do

or if they just don’t want to hear me talk

or maybe I’m too…

depressing.

to be around

 

but you heard me the night we met

and you never tuned me out

not once

you don’t just hear me when you talk

you listen, too

 

i mean something to you

and

you mean something to me

and

i feel that i am

reciprocated.

 

because you haven’t left me yet.

you

Stayed.

This poem is about: 
Me

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