An odd sort of Poetry

So Many 

there are so many words you never said.

so many phrases I needed to hear.

 all conversation has been shot dead. 

when did language become so unclear? 

there are so many things you never did.  

so many times I needed you near.      

 all kind gestures farewell you’ve bid. 

when did our bond become so sere? 

there are so many reasons I should be mad.               

so many ways we failed to adhere.        

all anger has passed now I’m just sad.   

when did we all start feeling this drear? 

there are so many things I wish  I could change.                     

so many nights you talked off my ear.    

all conversation has ended and it feels so strange. 

when I start to forget, those memories I will hold dear.