Free Verse

Relegated to “him” and “them”.  A second thought.  A passing regret.  And then… nothing.  Not a priority.  So why should you be a priority?

No surprise.  Angry, yes.  Furious, really.  But never the throwing-things-around-the-room.  Just roiling rather than boiling over.  What will the excuse be?  “Things are so busy.” “Where does the time go?”  Truth would be a novel approach.  “I wanted to spend my time with ‘not you’.”

That would be honest.  Hurt and move on.  Anything else is manipulation.

You’re no different.  Like everyone, you are selfish, thoughtless and capable of cruelty.  You’re quite human.  Aren’t we all?

Tomorrow night will be that expectant smile of friendship.  And how shall it be met?  Were it tonight, it would not be met… at all.

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This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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