Your eyes and voice

Promised me a world

Of hope and dreams.

Finally, I thought you

Were here.  That I’d arrived.

Mutual understanding.

In my head

You’re smiling at me.

I hate you.

 

Your flowers smell of death,

Aftershave hides her perfume.

Your voice is encapsulated

In a private joke

Of which I have no part.

I do not require excuses

Justification is certainly

Not permitted

As an exit strategy.

 

You can’t keep me up

All hours of the night,

Yet here I am. 

Waiting.

I’m a joke.

The importance of company

Prioritisation

I am not prioritised

Who am I after all?

 

What’s in a grand gesture,

In your words of feigned love

When all that I asked was

 Your time?