To M.M.

You refused to say hello. You refused to say goodbye.

You let me lay awake at night while you chose to get high.

I wanted to apologize. I wanted you to forgive.

Each day that passed while you ignored me was a day that I wanted to end.

For eight days I waited, and for those eight days I cried.

I couldn't believe that I hurt you so badly; 

You wouldn't speak to me though I almost died.

And even a year later the thought of the waiting hurts.

The thought that you believed I had used you.

The thought that you wished I passed.

After the eight days I remember getting home, waiting for an answer.

After almost a year I still lay awake at night,

Wishing you said goodbye.