every now and again,
it's like there's a lump in my throat.

like hearing second hand what she was doing,
always the last to know.

there's no excuses here,
only the pain and vacuum of trust.

i don't feel like things are different,
i'm really trying my best.

but when i see these things,
before my very eyes, it's insulting.

as though a child couldn't see what's been going on,
UT TIBI SIC ALIIS.

Do unto others, as you would have done unto yourself,
that was our motto, how ironic.

Just drag me back to those anxious days,
and watch dream turn to dust.

well, whatever really.

MS.


i began this in 2010, completed it from an old lost page today.