Barbara Williams

 

An Accumulation of Things

By Barbara Williams

                            

It was an accumulation of things that makes

me feel that my love for you has died

 It was the way you didnít seem to care about

anything I had to say

 It was the way my feelings didnít seem

to matter to you anyway

It was the way you looked away instead of at

me when you kissed me each day

 It was an accumulation of things that makes

me feel that my love for you has died

It was the hateful way you treated me

when you were upset

It was the hurtful way you talked to me

when you were upset

It was the silent treatment you gave me

when you were upset 

It was an accumulation of things that makes

me feel that my love for you has died