The cruelty of lies.
Why do they always say it?
I really wish they didn’t.
We must meet and do this again
is how the repeated saying goes.
And then I never see them again.
Why do they want to meet me?
Is this about some vicarious pleasure?
Like rubber necking a disaster.
A car crash is that my latest persona?
Just some form of wreckage .
To be swept away like any other kind
of useless write off – pissed right off?
I watched when you saw me
in the window as I turned
aware in that way that you do
when you sense that someone
is watching you but saying nothing.
Then you turned to look away
and that has stayed with me.
