Pass Me By

Do I expect to change

   the future I have walked by?

It should come as no surprise

that as I close my eyes

you simply pass me by.

Your footsteps echo on the floorboards,

your makeup stains the porcelain counter,

little fingerprints on a shiny surface.

Somewhere in the cabinets a hair tie.

Memories of distain and brooding:

superlatives of you.

I guess I should feel lucky

   the day you pass me by.

I talk too much,

I think too hard.

You thought it was time to come home

   but you never left me to roam.

Drops of hair dye sink into my tile.

Broken like the Titanic,

shattered and splattered in a shower's watery grave.

One of the many things,

I will not miss

   on the day you pass me by.

You can find the reasons

   for why I live this way.

You can find the explanations

   for this meltdown.

But when the sun comes up tomorrow,

you will be alone,

and I will be alone smiling

   for the day I decided to pass you by.