i get nothing in return
you ask for my opinion, i share
you ask for my advice, i advise
you ask to hold your hand, i squeeze it tight
you ask to listen to your hurt, i keep my lips shut
you ask me to read your poem, i read it proud
you ask me to mend your bruised knee, I get the Band-Aid with a gush
but where are you when i leave a note to help me out
you are no where to be found
no answer
no a scribble of a reply

© jacob greb
2019