A soft tear that rolls
Down her angry and hurt face
You know the girl
Or at least remember her vaguely
Not quite as ‘the one that got away’
More like ‘the one you tricked away’
Bread sits in a basket
A bountiful feast on the table;
It is a quandary of sorts really
Who will eat
And who will we allow to starve?
Lets feed the ones in another country
While the ones in our own die of hunger.
A card pulled out of a deck
He tells her to pick one
While he stares at her.
Knowing he has a chance
To guess it correctly
He shuffles through them
When he guesses wrong;
He blames her.
Shadows dance across a sunset
That left everyone searching for warmth.
Do we care there are some
Left out in the cold
Or do we simply think of those around us
In our moment of frailty?
We counted the cost
Of luring in a battered woman
And surmised her price
Is much lower
Than the suggested retail.
The horns that grew from her head
We used to make those lamps with.
Nobody liked them.
Remember the last dance
As we accuse those around us
Of not participating
In the game we like to play
That we always seem to lose at,
But somehow we lost the battle
In lieu of wanting so desperately
To win the war.
Heathens in winter
When the weather is so very cold;
Much like the heart you wish you had.
You won’t forget this
But I fully intend to.