Lines

Sometimes it burns

When someone says

“hello”

The opening line

For a line of conversation

To be ended with the line

“good bye”

But instead says no such line.

That person will just leave

And I will just stay here.

Why is not for me to know.

They left me and abandoned

Everything that we could have had.

They left me burning

For lines of connection.

To write for me is to fill in

Those missing

Un-rhyming

Simple

Unmatched

lines

That stripped of I am left naked

With no lines to cover me

And no stripes to bare upon my chest

To the world and proclaim

“I am noticed”