They Say,

There is a fine line

between love and hate,

that’s like saying there is just

a shade of difference between

wanting to drink the poison

offered you and wanting to

see the sun shine

with all the heat of a beautiful summer’s day;

there is no difference, mostly

it is indifference, I don’t

think about you

but when I do

it is only with the grim satisfaction

that one day

you will never see another Augusts’ afternoon

and I will not have to listen

to the way your treat

your poison.