When, How…


When was it that you stopped caring?
When did the light leave your eyes?
The warmth that was there when you looked at me is gone…
replaced with coldness I've come to despise.

How is it that things are different?
I thought that I had stayed the same?
I don't mean to say that everything is your fault…
but where else can I place the blame?

I don't understand what happened,
I may never know why it had to end.
Before I was convinced that there would never be a day,
when you would no longer call me friend.

After hiding my feelings so carefully,
and so long kept silent in my despair…
but I never even thought that all of this would be for naught -
for after all is said and done you do not care.



(c) 2002 Robert H. Harrison