For The Last time

Each time I suggest

a place for us to go,

your answer is the same,

you always say no.

Have you forgotten

the promises you made?

When I mention them,

my questions you evade.

Buckets of tears have

fallen from my eyes,

they are dry now

I can no longer cry.

Is it my fault that

you always seem blue.

Why won't you tell me

if I'm not pleasing you

If you're unhappy

please let me know,

things have to change

or I just have to go.

Ralph L. Clark © 1999