Three weeks on…

Why don’t you admit

You just don’t know what to say?

Don’t just ignore me

Or sit in your car

Out of sight while I walk past

But ha! I clocked you!

My pain, it’s not yours

So why the difficulty?

Your problem, not mine

I’ve not enough strength

To call you out or appease

That’s hardly my job!

My expectations -

Who will, who won’t get it right -

Are dashed ev’ry day.