1330 hrs September 28th 2005

To you

who once slept with me

but not anymore.

Do you still feel

my anger?

I no longer acknowledge

your presence.

I would not

even have known you

if I hit you head on,

let alone see you

in my rear view mirror.

To you,

who sleeps with me

and still do.

Should I acknowledge

your presence?

Do I even know you?

I thought I did,

but not anymore.

You take out your life's frustrations

on me

so effortlessly.

Its like my failures

remind you

of yours.

It is so easy

to beat up

a reflection

that does not

defend itself.

Its amazing

how you've given up

your dreams,

without even trying.

Your fear of failure

have crippled

any attempt

for success.

Is that what

you're made of?

Do I even know you?