Out of Season (7th may 2008, 11.04pm)
Out of season there you stand;
Unfamiliar, out of hand;
Out of sight and out of mind;
You fool for leaving me behind.
Contact me, and I’ll ignore you;
Hope the pain bruises
Until you let go;
No messages,
Only silence to cut through
Your solitude.
Straight to the bone,
Has the message resonated?
Should I say:
Has the lack of message
Gotten through
To you?
No hesitations:
This is it,
Your punishment
For abandonment,
For leaving me here,
Unkind.
Out of season, upside down;
Sink or swim; I’d let you drown;
Who were you to let me go?
Within a year, you’ll know.
