16 Mar 00

 

 

Kindness can be a cruelty

 

 

I was sweet to you,

Out of the goodness in me?

And so you stayed

Even as I dreamed you would leave

 

You talked at me incessantly

About unnecessary mundane things

As all the while I was contemplating

How best to murder thee

 

I tell you gently

This is not meant to be

But you take it

As me acting distantly

 

I have treated you

As a child about to hear a difficult thing

Maybe I was best served

Telling you to get the hell away from me

 

 

By

 

 

Everett E. Phillips, III