Fancy knowing
That he thinks you’re cruel.
What perversion of the truth!
When all you’ve been is
Sweet
And all you’ve said
Was honey.
You haven’t even seen each other
For a month
Or two.
The thought just irks me.
And, like the over-bitten
Inside hollows of my cheek,
I continue to nibble
On what is left of our
Two-minute conversation
And fume…
…And perhaps bask in the
Afterglow. See how he thinks
Of you?
O’ what of his cruel assessment
When his tongue was merely tied
And could barely
Coat the word ‘beautiful’ from his
Harsh goodbye.
O’ what of the fact that the word
Was left out altogether?
…………….Oh.
Well, go on.
Call him back. And
Give him an ear spanking.
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