The Unfaithful, and the Dark

Like a needle in a hay-stack

You drew my cautious eye

I followed and I waited

In the shadows, cloaked was I

As I drew near

And you drew close

I felt the cold

And hugged tight my clothes

In the park you walked

I, on the picket waited

Watching people at the table

The very scene to be hated

I withdrew to the dark

Your group split in two

Hidden was my identity

Hidden well, from you

I lingered, and I lay

On the soft blackened dirt

They stared at me

They peered into my hurt

Suddenly I was revealed

My true figure unmasked

No more would I hide

To remain unquiet, unasked

And as the revelation unfolded

And as the truth became clear

Anger pierced my soul

With the sadness of a year

You ran away from me

Should I have followed?

What would would I have seen?

Would the truth be as hallowed?

Run to thee, I did not

Stay and talk, when I should have fought

The emptiness soared within

Like a thousand night moths

Drawn to a lamp

As was I to betroth

Refused to speak you

"I'll Explain it tomorrow!"

Today is at its end

And so is my sorrow

Ends now my feeble feelings

For you and for I

Truthfully, and justly

I just wish you would die.