Fly-by-night
Hard times ahead — you disappear into yourself,
weaving tales of misfortunes and mayhem on return.
Yet you recount my calamities as if it was you that
put me on the avenue of recovery, your deceit covered by an intense foliage of
lies.
Presented with a request for aid — you smile wisely
and nod but do nothing, though it seems that you do much with words that, to
the listener, implies, it’s you that unravels my tangled webs.
Excuses for everything you don’t do, pour from your
mouth like a bitter-sweet saccharine slime that sticks to my long-suffering
brain, causing an irritation hard to eradicate.Faced with recrimination your face is a picture of ‘the wide eyed innocent' being led to hang by my treachery.
You appeal tearfully, whitewashing the facts, painting the guilt on me.
Convinced you’ve trounced my claims, you end with, ‘Come, let’s be friends! Life’s too short to hold grudges.’
You will never be my friend — fly-by-night.
©June Sciortino 03/11/12
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