I was surprised yesterday,
when I fell back
and actually hit the floor.
I think I became too dependent,
too used to you catching me.
Expectant and ungrateful.
The day before yesterday
I condemned mannerless children
who make demands without thanks,
without thought for anyone else.
I condemned him for forgetting me
when he didn't need my help,
for turning his back and leaving.
Today I realize that I am the same.
Too little, too late:
you're already gone.
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Notes: Today's prompt was: "Write a poem concerning the "absence" of something. Consider the absence as a positive, or a negative." I wasn't particularly in the mood for writing a poem about absence, but I put my best effort into it anyway. I hope it came out okay.
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