Neglect

I'd give you the defenition,
but I know you already know it.
With all of your promises that left me empty,
my heart says I was right.

The pain feels like hundreds of needles,
needles being pushed into my heart.
I thought the picture was clear,
maybe mine was,
but yours was foggy.

Driving down I-85 South @ 4AM,
you can't see pass the hood of your car.
So what do you do?
You drive slow homie!

I took a chance and I don't regret it,
you made me smile...on the inside.
The truth can't be buried for more than 3 days.
What day is today?

Though I wish I didn't have to,
this canvas will be put into the recycle bin.
I can paint another picture,
one where clarity exists,
and you can't google the defintion of neglect.

Each night we lay in a California King Size bed,
another side of the world,
you don't even realize I'm home,
but I can hear your light snore,
it's the sound that lets me know that you are near,
but you are not here.