i dont know if it even matters.
any more.
the pens, the papers,
the words, the images.
everything gone un-noticed,
everything gone un-questioned.
the heads have
stopped turning
and the eyebrows have
stopped raising.

for what?

im more lost now
than i was then.
and when then was now -
prolific.
and it was you who went un-noticed.
and it was you who went un-questioned.
but, you never once got
jealous.
but, you all at once got
neglected.
is that why,
after then,
here and now,
you are gone?

back