Duped How do you miss one who no longer exists? No, it�s not the dead of whom she mourns But of the living Who alter their beings into unrecognizable souls Where once there was patience, now a short temper Once compassion, now a cold heart Once kindness, now misdirected anger Anger at himself But he makes her the scapegoat He is unhappy inside But believes she made him unhappy It�s easier for him to think it, So she goes along with the charade One last selfless-sacrifice for a Once caring friend, Integrated so fully into her life, Now refuses meetings and calls. Too busy he says, lame excuses When she initiates contact, it�s more coldness No sign of concern or caring He does not ask her, how are you doing? How is your life? How do you like your job? By doing it he would be asking Her to share, something he cannot reciprocate Why not?? The ever-unknowing question�. Because he is getting laid? Because he is still empty inside? Because it�s his twisted way of FINALLY deciding to stop leading her on? The heart has the memory of an elephant she surmises The silent king is unable to share And therefore care This inability or unwillingness Has left her to assume so many un-knowns That he was really this monster all along And loves blinders had kept her from seeing the truth Pretentious boy had even himself fooled into the role Of caring, friend, lover, sharing companion Duped into loving a fantasy Not a tangible player Hatred and anger, love and grief Are the awards of merit His performance gained And confusion Of whether that person Did ever exist Somewhere besides the elephant grave and her mind Now she finds it better to not talk at all For the coldness on display Is a tragic reminder of The false metamorphosis Of emotional impotence Of a time and being That exist no more. |