Poems

Nothing

I've been counting days,
Since when we said we'd part,
When I cried for you,
and you let me.
As you pushed everyone away,
I pushed you back harder.
As you mumbled,
your voice softened,
while mine hardened,
I pushed you away harder.

Now here I am,
You don't mean nothing yet,
But I've been counting days
and it's been 23,
since I started turning around
when you crossed me in the hall-
or I saw you in a store-
I turn around
and I pray I don't turn back.

But still, I've been counting days,
To the day you'll mean nothing,
Till your name on paper
Won't break me down,
Till your face in the crowd,
Won't send me running,
Till the day I can talk to you,
And you will mean nothing.