Scrap Wisdom
You sulk about opportunity lost.
I grieve a shared lifetime.
I didn’t trust her heart with you.
You are people careless.
Good faith meant nothing.
My bones picked clean, no longer of
use,
A mere scrap to be flicked away
With subtle and not so subtle
cruelties.
You are people careless.
I See You, now,
Stripped of your charming camouflage.
Hiding behind a borrowed dialect.
I have the receipts, your very own
words.
You are people careless.
You keep your "truth" hidden,
From the place of Alder trees
Expecting mine to be an open book.
Yours carefully protected,
Mine, you shrug, collateral damage.
You are people careless.
Untorn index cards do not lie.
Warm yourself with your delusions.
Reality having leached away.
An ugly truth dressed in silk ribbons
You are people careless.
Self lies and hypocrisy are your mantle
I will not forget. We will not forget.
You are people careless.
Acqua davanti e ventu d’arreri.
© 10 July 2022, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder
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