At Your Mercy

Is there a cure to sorrow
Each time the fun ends?

I plead complicity
To the heartbreak
I know not the end of.

I laugh at which I know
Will scorn me for what I am;
Vulnerable but stone-faced.,
Gullible but a smart-aleck.

My head wanders off to where
We never trudged together
Until I come across you
And you say hello.

I find myself wishing that hello
Could be associated
Universally with those
Three words
But when I think about it
I begin to discover
How far I’ve lagged
Behind my spirit.

Besieged by the improbable
Entranced,
I ask how you’ve been
Trying perhaps to
Purchase your pity
With one single smile
So you’ll come
Back to me.

You say you’re fine,
Smiling,
Ignoring time,
Relaxing, not raising
An excuse to get going.

I hold fast to hope,
Clinging tenaciously
Reconstructing my memory
To picture the first time
We met.

But the films fly by,
Fleeting, light,
Just like the night
You said goodbye,
Just like the words you released
And kneaded into me.
Merciless.
Up to then I haven’t
The haziest notion
How much
I hate you for it.
Now my anger dances in flames
And I wish
For the drowsy
Passage of time
To go backwards
So I can snatch
Goodbye from your mouth,
Put it to mine
And let it end you and me.