What was your message,

delivered by electronic device,

meant to achieve last night?

I know what it did to me

inside, to hear from you for the first

time in fifteen months,

and not like a friend who had been busy

with their lives, it happens, Time

gets away from us all,

nor did it place a sense of longing

to see you, to understand your loss

and own tragic demise;

all you did was piss me off, upset me,

cause pain in a heart that

was weak and worried.

What was your plan, to make me

suffer, and to what end, what possible reason

could you turn so cold against me,

blood on blood on blood,

time upon time…It made me angry

and feel deserted.

Go now, use your own words

blood on blood on blood,

for if you should knock

upon my door,

be not surprised to find

the wood splinter

in your cherubic face.

 

Ian D. Hall 2016