Faux Ami
By Ivie Wolfe

Hidden behind a fox mask,
in this non-masquerade ball.
A shadow that leaves me when its dark,
yet appears when all seems light.
A two-faced penny,
no longer worth a dime.
A leaf that only rides my wind.
A spoiled child that moves on
from old toy to new toy.
A faux ami, that was never once true.
A faux ami, that only knows how to use.
You have been at my ball for far too long,
now it is time for you to take off the mask,
leave and
never
crawl
back.