Maybe one day

when you are old
you'll have some time
to sit back and look at me
when I'm not so loud
and overpowering
that I break your glasses
maybe you won't be afraid then?

Maybe one day
when you are weaker
knocked over by reality
you will stay long enough
to see me
in a certain light
you will see to be
easy on the eyes.

But I've waited much too long now
and I've wasted time
jumping up and down
and sitting still
waving and screaming out
tripping over stumps of day
falling down hills of night
and even swimming naked
in creeks of dusk.

Maybe one day
you will read my words
and understand what you meant to me
and how I loved you
and hated you
and needed you
and you were never there.