there came a time
where you gave up
on me
and fell to your own devices
now, even though we are close
in house
in mind you are far away
i cross the hall to
see your shadow
bathed in orange and white
electronic light
i try to break the spell
of immediate satisfaction
artistic designs
faceless friends
and your own indecision
of life
but all i hear
is a mysterious grunt
that's supposed to say
so much
but you can't be bothered
to tell me how much
and why and where
leaving me standing
in the doorway
weighing my options
in the darkness of
your presence
knowing i caused this
is only a little comfort
but it's the only logic
i can lean on
soon enough i'll be obsolete
but i never thought i
was going to retreat like
this
so soon too soon
and not enough was taught
distraught i say
goodbye
(why)
Something in these lines attracts me greatly; simply sounds and feels right. Everything needed for a short story is exposed within the poem. (with more than a flicker of truth) taught/distraught must be applauded.
ReplyDeleteThe recursive curl is pointed and poignant.
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
thank you
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