You may trip over
the virtues you signal from
your moral high ground
Once a friend, now no longer. I will not and do not need to engage.
The Poetry of a Certain Geniegrrl
You may trip over
the virtues you signal from
your moral high ground
Once a friend, now no longer. I will not and do not need to engage.
Blowing hot and cold
as you did in those times past
I bend now not break
Of an encounter with an old friend, who is doing it, again.
Imprinted in time
never lost in memory
You are always missed