i'm here now

you don't love
me, you don't care
about me.
would it kill you
to pick up
the phone once
in a while.
we are hardly
even friends, I
don't hear from
you for weeks on
end. you come over
and eat. and leave.
our relationship
has deteriorated.
perhaps we should
take a break,
and see where we
are at the end
of it. okay?
mom, you are so
over dramatic
sometimes, what's
in the fridge.