Do you really feel anything for me? <br />Or am I just an afterthought to your affections <br />Familiarly there, tolerated like old furniture <br /> <br />Do you really see me? <br />A sunless flower shriveling <br />In the absence of nourishing light <br /> <br />Do you really hear me? <br />Calling out for the love we once shared <br />Empty echoes are all that rebound <br /> <br />Do relationships have a discard-by date? <br />To be junked once well-worn, and familiarity inbreeds <br />Careless contempt, for what is, in exchange for what could be <br /> <br />If what we shared is over, then lets give it <br />A decent burial, and move on <br />Instead of living in forgotten afterthoughts<br /><br />Anita Atina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-afterthought-to-your-affections/
