Years of dates with someone’s ego,
flicker in his mind,
staining a coat of sleeping fire
on emotions in his world
and all he still holds.

You ask if he’s alright
laughing like a wolf
dressed in sheep’s clothing
with an oath to explain
all it knows.

So maybe you should write down
what makes sense to you
as I watch how his tears
still flow.

I can see the light that runs across
hollow understanding
in your eyes,
making the knees of his tears
sore for centuries.

You would rather stare than help,
same as a snake
ignores its victim’s pleas.
Your insensitivity to his stains
conceal every sound
he breathes.

I stand here and watch you rumbling in
filling his line of sight
with smiles of self-centered,
unnerving glee.