Don'T Say That

. . . I did nothing just for you the dexterity of the mean is that I did more than you knew or ever could have seen! I didn't care for you or miss you ~ now and then I cried inside, so silently so as to not offend! I wasn't there just for you the hours I could contend that lasted year upon the year with heartaches, still to mend! I couldn't love you more or want to be your friend, or only nuture when I get while giving, I distend! Our time is runing low togetherness not glean but say our worth of friendship grows with nothing in between! . . . considerations flow is beckoning ne'er again but say hope's filling, row on row is still resolves ascend!