No-Account
As the rain drips down the window pane,
My heart begins to ache in vain.
All alone and scared to death,
I sat in the floor and begin to creath.
I wonder why you never stopped by.
No sound somehow in this wretched house.
Can't even hear a squeal of a mouse.
The day you left and walked away,
There was still so much I needed to say.
I wonder why you always had to lie.
You said you would keep in touch,
But I guess I asked for too much.
No letters, no visits, not even a phone call.
Finally, I realized that was your downfall.
I wonder why I even cared at all.
You missed out on so many great achievements.
Did you even come to any appointments?
None of this even matters now.
I didn't care anyhow.
I wonder why I even worried about a no-account.
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