Poetry With Me

I wonder sometimes about little inconveniences.

Would it be wrong of me to hope that you have many?

To hope that for every minute of my time you wasted a new inconvenience is sent your way.

One for every minute that would make you stop and have to change route.

To change an idea or a way that you planned to do something.

An inconvenience for every tear.

I feel like this isn’t much to ask for.

But I would never wish you true harm

Just a minor inconvenience.

A prick of the finger not a broken arm.

Something to make you wonder, what have I done to deserve all of these distractions,

Nuisances in my life?

And then you’ll remember that maybe you’re lucky

You’re lucky that all I asked for was a little inconvenience

when you wasted years and years of my time.

With Love,

GV Rioz