Sir Michael

The crows fly around the bend

Im unsure if they laugh or cry out

While I sit and ponder your silence

The simple way you used to watch me

Or perhaps the way you didn't

Always on the side of your intrest

 

How you laughed on with your friends

While I sat and listned and smiled

Waiting for my turn to speak

 

A moment of clarity arises

You include me, see me, hear me

An explosion of disbelif

 

We fall into our patterns Sir Michael

Of being wanted and being forgotten

Of which am I right now?

And the crows just laugh at me

Or cry out for me

I have yet decided which