Me Remembering Again

I beg for that snap, the very first glance,

Of you dressed up, like it’s our dance.

But I repeat it, and it cuts me deep,

While you say “I forgot,” and I lose sleep.

You said you were planning to send it my way,

But somehow that thought just slips each day.

And I’m left here, craving what feels so small,

But to me, it’s everything — it’s my all.

These gestures I ask aren’t grand or loud,

Just ways to feel close when lost in the crowd.

They’re my little windows into your day,

Where love peeks through in its quiet way.

You promised a call, “just give me a sec,”

Then silence drops like a heavy wreck.

I don’t need hours, just truth in delay,

A simple “I can’t,” would ease the day.

You made me believe in the depth of your love,

In soul-bound signs sent from above.

But if I matter like you say I do,

Then why must I beg for things lovers just do?

I wait for the day you’ll think of me first,

Not out of duty, not out of thirst.

But because I’m your one, your softest place,

And you’ll send that snap — not just for face.