Her E-Mail was polite

but damningly self shaming,

as she flattered herself into believing

that the world was alright,

perfect blue on the horizon

and not a rain drop

in sight to spoil her view.

 

I don’t know why we ever stopped

talking, she wrote with several

emoticons displaying insincerity

in her thoughts but to whom

the coy yellow smile sensed an opportunity

to gloss over the past, to paint

herself in a glowing light of reconciliation.

 

She signed it off with that annoying letter t