To the Person I Had Taken For Granted

How were you ever left unnoticed, when you were there all the time?

Either I didn’t look, or maybe didn’t really try.

 

Your goodness was loud, but, to me, your flaws were louder.

Why do I keep choosing to listen to the latter?

 

Thoughts, you had a lot of them right?

I don’t know why I fell asleep each time you stayed up at night.

 

Oh I remember, you loved talking about your art.

Until one day I stopped asking about it, I guess that was the worst part.

 

You were consistent

yet I was ignorant

until you felt almost non-existent.

I forgot, you were important.

 

I made you wait for something to change

only to have ourselves estranged.

What once was alive,

now we have arrived

at a neutral, pointless range.

 

So to the person I had taken for granted,

I mean – to my old self that, today, I still am taking for granted…

We used to be a lot of things before, so where have the golden days gone?

 

I need some reminding.

I keep on forgetting, you ARE an important one.