NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty Nine, Poem Twenty Five

Phone Poem 5

A month ago, I didn't listen and
let you down when you needed me the most
A week ago, I didn't listen
and you had to take care of me
when you needed me the next most.
Four days ago, I didn't listen
and you reminded me that I
haven't been encouraging
this most recent most as of late.
A day ago, I didn't listen,
and you said you loved me
and that I was always there
to listen/didn't listen when
you needed me themostiguess.
I should ask why, because at least then
you would tell me I didn't listen,
but I'm a coward that lets this cycle
run with a flat tire that will send my
jaw to the pavement to numb it
when I listen to you tell me about
my didn't listening.
I trade welcomes with thankses
because I learned that even futility
has safety nets you can pretend are hammocks.