Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Deficit demise

You said you need me,
I can see you don’t.
A week has gone by,
you haven’t mourned.
Loss, absence, bereavement.
Grief for a ‘loved’ one gone.
No sign of remorse,
not a hint at fidelity,
in the bat of an eyelid,
all longings are quenched.
It doesn't take long,
shorter than this song,
another hand in a jiffy,
leashed to your web.


  1. Didn't get the title, or the last line.

    Loved the rest! :D


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