No More
A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
The monotony in your smile is blinding.
Suggesting in technicolor
that you aren't even trying.
Tiptoeing across the delicate balances,
you keep your status in check.
Your ego reaches the heights of legend.
Evermore the knight in shiny armor
to everyone but me.
I am no more the scapegoat for your aloof sensibilities.
A request it didn't occur to you make.
Nonetheless.
A gap is left upon my departure
unfitting to my form.
© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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