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Faded
Last weekend
You had a party
Another that I was
Not invited to
Last week you said
You loved me
But I saw straight through
Last Tuesday you said goodnight
Hours
Before you went to sleep
Last Friday you wouldn't talk
Not a whisper
Not a peep
Last Saturday
You were invisible
But Sunday you tried to tell me
Who kept you and where
And
Today
I will say
Our love has faded
Even more than it has been
You just don't seem to care
Heartbreak
is: living so thoroughly that when you learn he has two other women, your blood boils and you consider buying a gun and four bullets. That is heartache and I seldom write about such truths. That is why my motto is: Poets are liars. Non-fiction us for biography, poetry is about artistry and craft and telling whoppers. I'm just sayin'. ~ Lady A ~