A curious answer

to the question I never asked you,

it was always preceded

with the bluff

and Universe cold

“In truth?” which always led me

down the path of contemplating

going back out the freshly felled oak door

I had just walked in

and perhaps spending another

seven hours at work, bored,

going out of my mind, mind

numbing tedium

rather than listen to what came next out

of your unimaginative head;

complaint after complaint,

it is your job,

it is your responsibility,

it is you who should be the angry one…

In truth, it was a curious way to start

a sentence, it was a bizarre way

for someone to want to start a fight,

one that I never wanted,

one that in truth

was the only thing I remember about you.

 

Ian D. Hall 2016