Discarding a cigar today, I shook
away 3 fantasies and ducked 3 dreams
that aimed at discontent. An honest look
at what could be’s a comedy that seems
too trivial to mount. We’d leap ahead
to all the bad – neglect and disrespect.
We’d strive to lose ourselves and find instead
our passion just begets a disconnect.

It didn’t matter what I said or did
(surprised I dumbed my conversation down),
he flickered trite or in a silence hid
(he slimed at work – I couldn’t hide my frown),
so he withdrew like smoke into the air
(it feels as if I weren’t even there).