This feels too much like another
Silent goodbye; an already
Detached severance of the sort
I have come to know too well.

Alienation is my speciality:
People gradually fade from my life
While I look away as I push
Others ever further away.

It hurt to hear it at the time,
But perhaps she was right:
I should come with a warning.
The one who must heed it, though,
Turns out to be me.

Maybe someday I will learn from
Past mistakes rather than realising
Just too late that I am repeating them.

Reliable memory lags behind
Questionable instinct: the scout is
Too slow to warn the cavalry;
Intelligence is wasted.

And so here I am again,
Awaiting words that may never
Be spoken and filling the gaps
With dubious imagination.

I hope for a different ending,
But fear that this is
One I know all too well.

04/04/2013

Posted on 04/28/2013
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