it never pleased me
to see you in pain, you said
yet your keen ability
to dissect the past
and bare its ugliness
never ceased to amaze me
and I wonder if:
the dysfunction of my past
the failures I have been so good at
my imperfections
my irresistible magnetism
to the misfits,
the poor and the lowly
was truly the core of your attraction
from me? I kind of think,
of course, it is, what else can it be?
my ruthless efficiency?
in exposing the illness
of this one sick and cruel world?
the callousness our society has become?
and its penchant for wastefulness?
insensitivity and selfishness?
ahhh...if only you see my horror
feel my pain and sorrow
as I ponder all these ifs, and would have,
and should have
but I am not giving up...
NO!
how can I
there is so much fighting spirit in me
and perennial hope
for what is good in man
in all of us
including you....
so let us start
cleaning up our acts
shall we?