I'm writing this right now as I'm doing the favor you asked me to
Which was to ignore you
Because
Well, I don't really know
You told me it was because you needed to work
And that things were really "down" lately
But I really don't know why you would want me to ignore you

I'm writing this
Because
There are so many things I want to tell you but I can't
Because
I feel as if this favor is one out of many
That I owe to you

I want to tell you things like
How I'm writing this out in my "notes" on Facebook
Because
I don't have Microsoft Word installed on this laptop
Or how all the dramas my friends stir up are inconsequential
Because
The problems you face are much, much greater

I'm also writing this
Because
Of fear, fear that our love is decomposing, like rotten wood
And it scuttles up my skin like mini-Daddy Longlegs
Until your dorky jokes and random kisses
Puts my heart back in its place.