Doubts Uncommon

You don’t come around much anymore,
and I wonder, sometimes, what I did.
Once we shared it all,
then—suddenly—quiet white lilies filled your space,
leaving me to wonder.

Oh, I’m not the standard by which others are judged,
nor can I righteously judge yours.
Yet I suffer from your silent scorn,
unaware of my sins
and ignorant of my shortcomings.

Maybe my offenses are so basic
that, like the slow learner in second grade,
I am the only one incapable of acknowledgment,
the only one who can’t see the elephant in the room—
perhaps I lack your vision.

So here I sit and here I’ll stay,
shooting my blasts of powdered insufficiency
unto an unsuspecting audience,
hoping someday you’ll return.

But still, I’ll wonder.