more please

last week I wrote poetry like my tears

were words dripping onto pages.

My eyes are dry tonight.

I knocked twice.

For my double effort I received zero response.

We had a good thing going, you and I.

Daniel says he bought me a gift

and I do not deserve it.

I am a little kid.

I tease and prod and thoroughly annoy.

Why do you put up with me?

It can't be for my laugh-

high-pitched and rarely real.

It can't be for conversation;

I make poor small talk.

You must feel sorry.

I'm sorry I suck.

Still, tonight I knocked.