I thought you’d come for me, on Father’s Day.

We’d do something together—

I waited all day for your call…

Did you think of me, at all?

Monday came and passed,

Yet no word from you—I waited

Where were you?

Did you think of me at all?

Days passed, and finally I called

You were busy with your friends

You had forgotten me.

You didn’t think of me at all.

June 24,1999

Copyright JoA