Things Worth
Thinking About

I say “funny”

She says “sad and depressing”

As if funny, weren’t enough

Isn’t funny how I use to read your verses,

with admiration and praise,

and now the mere thought

inspires looks of disdain?

I proclaim to avoid vanity,

make desperate arguments for my own sanity,

yet relapse into a familiar ear,

when my breath could be put to better use

Sweet-nothings on a warm ear,

Who else has been here?

Whom else have you known?

Heart-beating, the love on your lips,

is not the lover in your eye

…

I think distantly as I see my own reflection.