What I Want You to Know

I don’t know why I haven’t heard from you.  I don’t know why you won’t answer my emails.  I don’t know why you won’t return my calls.  Was it something I said?  Was it something I didn’t say?  If it’s me, I’m sorry.  Because I still remember us, the summers we created, recalling old memories, framing new ones.  I still believe the best, that you want to catch up, but life is so darn busy, and it’s on your long to-do list.  I just want you to know I’m not upset.  I just want you to know I’m still here.