Answers To Your Questions

You always write to ask

How come I don't write back

Well I could tell you

But then I'd have to write

A letter that would start

I finally found it in my heart

Not to forgive you

What do you want me to see

Ask you how was your day

Well I could tell you

But then I'd have to care

What you did last night

Or the thousands since you crossed my sight

I wouldn't know you

Is there a need for me to hear

Every last detail

Of pleasantries

That accumulate like unwanted mail

If it's as bad as you say

Maybe this will make it go away

This is an answer