when? once every word I could possibly say
has been said and unsaid at least twice before
and will be heard as an outcry of fault;
since your kindness became blame
your offers hamstrung with barbs
and your understanding flickered blank,
since your interest was diverted…. contact disrupted….
as each heartbeat fades
now your face lies in the shadow / of a mask;
since my opinions were rejected
my input dismissed and disrespected
and my successes neither seen nor valued,
since my contributions were thrown in the air
to lie where they might fall
then be abandoned in the debris / of a leaving;
while some words remain: words without colour
to sketch anger suppressed and emotions denied.
everything has its time. it is time to go.