POEM: You Probably Forgot Me

How.

Could that be possible.

Is all I think.

As days go by.

And, there is no smile.

I wonder what you are doing right now.

Or, how.

You are doing.

You are probably doing nothing.

You probably forgot me by now.

I wait for your call.

And, stand tall.

Without a fall.

I know I am alone.

But, I kind of got used to it.

And, fit.

Right in with society.

Because, to me you are a nobody.

FIN