I Wonder

As I sit here day by day I wonder why,
why you don't call why you don't write.
I sit here day by day beaten and plundered by these emotions inside, wanting to tell you but I can't.
As the days go by I wonder,
I ask if you really care,
or if you ever really cared,
or if you ever will.
I wonder.
I sit here day by day and wonder how to play the game.
To try and get you to like me,
or how to look for other girls because I don't know how.
I also wonder having been told by others,
that one day I'll find another.
I wonder.
I sit here day by day hoping and wondering
that someday you'll come to me,
and we will be together.
As I sit here now I wonder.

poem by Michael McParland
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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