it never pleases me
to see you in pain, you said
yet your keen ability
to dissect the past
and bare its ugliness
never ceases 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
to 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 insensitivity?
inhumanity and selfishness?
ahhh...if only you see my horror
feel my pain and sorrow
your eyes would bleed
for the hunger of the world
and its imbalance
as the poor becomes poorer
while the rich fills their coffers
like there is no tomorrow

perhaps life indeed is
a matter of luck...
good and bad
and soon there is no more
you nor me,
just emptiness
unfathomable void

the decay and death
of our one and only earth.