#29 (the fish)

I try to talk it out

But you don't want to listen.
I wait

For a sign that you care.

Nothing

for days on end.

I write a letter but you do not read it.

My solution is pedals on a bicycle

you are the handlebars and refuse to steer...

my chance at hope is futile.

the fish
has learned to fly.

*Evyn