The Words

Yet another class assignment, after David Campos, for when you're just up and sick with it, you'll now the feeling.

“I have something to tell you…”

 

1 year.                                 12 months.                           365 days.

A proposed lifetime of                                  so called love and            

                              so called loyalty.

1 year of infidelity.                                          12 months of undesired

polyamory.                              365 days of lies                

        Day in day out

 

                              At my desk                         received these words

 

Those words float through my mind

Hands gripping the phone.                           Nails digging into the plastic.

               The anger           

                              and disappointment

        and hatred.

                       The disgust.

All that time                                      all down the drain.

A year of pure                   weakness

 

A drive with a friend to a place     of good times                   

now becomes the site                    of a single phone call

        Why?

               The answer didn't matter,             the cries               and pleas

meant nothing                                 I had already made my decision.

The complete waste of time.