Poem: The Answer I Did Not Give

The Answer I Did Not Give

Do not ask why
it is taking so long
unless you want 
to do something
to fix the problem,
to fix the real problem,
the one that caused this.
It is your fault, you know,
is a result of your betrayal,
all these delays came
because of you,
because your actions
stunned me 
into an inaction of my own.
I did nothing, so now,
nothing is happening,
nothing is getting done
because I waited, stalled.
And now, I don't care,
I don't want what is coming,
what was supposed to be good,
you have ruined it.  It will not be good,
will be nothing that was wanted.
You asked why it is this way,
will you take responsibility
or are you going to say, again,
that it is not your fault,
or just look sad as if I am cruel,
as if I am the antagonist
because you feel bad, now,
when it is too late?  I feel awful,
each day I feel awful, 
have felt worse and worse
since you started this.
I do not want to be here,
do not want to be waiting,
do not want what I am waiting for.
If you want to take responsibility,
I am glad to discuss it,
but it is not enough to say sorry,
to say it was a mistake.  Words are nothing.
I need you to make it better, all better, healed,
fixed as if it never was broken.  Is that possible?
I do not know if it is possible, but
it is impossible for me to continue to pretend
it can ever be better with things as they are.
I don't care if it is impossible.  You must find a way.
If you want, even, to pretend you care,
you will have to fix what you have done.

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