Curtains

I knew deep down that he didn’t care.

I was just something to do…

That made him feel good.

Something to slay the listless hours of day

I caressed my own turbulent sentiments for him

And envisioned he harbored….. something for me

A twinge of a connection

A ping of affection….

I replayed the way he exhaled when we hugged

That Tuesday night three weeks ago- I thought his sigh meant something

Deeper than letting his air go

I lied to myself he felt a sense of home in my arms.

Imagining there might be something sweet in him for me

I excused his appalling treatment of me

To his youth, or addiction…or anything that would pacify me.

But today…I heard the unsaid words

Loud and clear….

The skit has ended

Curtains have closed

Shows over

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime we learn. We are in the wrong place.
"The skit has ended
Curtains have closed
Shows over"
I did like the above lines. Very hard to close some doors. Thank you dear Poet for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Chris]

It IS a real minefield out here... emotionally and literally - at any age at all.