my poem, eons late, sorry hannah, sorry maylene

i've been neglecting you, maylene
i left you underneath the dresser
you've been content to settle there
you've settled there, maylene

i meant to call you, maylene
but i've got a lot of good excuses
and every single one is useless
you must think i'm useless, maylene

and now here it stands:
an apology
you can't imagine
how i mean
these words
the first
of an anthology
i'll write until
you believe me
maylene