The happy dance

I often wonder if you know

how SMALL you make me feel?

You pretend that I do not exist.

You wish I was not real.

You do not want to be my friend

This was clear from the very start.

No matter how I reached out to you,

I was shunned by your cold, cold heart.

All these years I have tried my best

To be a friend with you my dear.

But now I think I understand,

Its my love you have always feared.

Its really sad but I have given up.

You have what you’ve always craved.

A space that is far and away from me.

Someday you’ll dance upon my grave.

Jjb/4/15/2019

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