(c)

365 days of not caring
Anger that cleansing
Emotion
Searing away
Lonely Weakness.
Bubbling rage
Then caustic indifference
Silently
Icing Over
Vibrant feeling.
A nonchalant
Shrug
I don’t care
More eloquent
Than carefully composed
Words wasted
In paeans of praise
Of the “magic” you wove.
Because afterthought
Revealed how shoddy
How tawdry
The image was.
Cheap gilt
Not real gold.

And I talk to you again
After talking about.
Ask for
And laugh
Remembering the warmth
That I thought had been
Swallow insincere promises.

Not everyone can afford
A Mercedes
Though you may drive one
For a while.
I had always said
Specially when
Realizing how shallow
Your façade
Higher my worth.
A vain attempt
To soothe myself
And feel the more upright
For all cessation of speech.

But yesterday proved.
Even the Mercedes
Sometimes needs
Just a driver
An unworthy one....