You listened–orbiting toward the dark,
capering, light on shadow,
as the music played on, abstract,
souls doing a medley, coz
that’s what we do best,
The hooded man stayed in the background.
In our waltz, I looked behind, saw him out
of the corner of my eye.
Then saw you drinking to excess.
All our masks came off
in the glimmer of dreams.
Prompt: Recently I had a fall-out with a friend. There’s such a sense of betrayal when that happens. In a way it’s like the mask came off. Plopped out of its own accord like a glass eye. What I saw was not to be spoken of. It came to me that this person is trying to be perfect, and seeing flaws in every damn person. All the while pretending to be a friend. Anyway there’s absolutely nothing I can do, except to move away. Or be sucked into a horrible web. There’s such anti-love in all of this I know. I wish she’d learn to love herself and others as they are. As antidote I’m writing a love poem. It’s Writers Digest Day 26 Prompt, to either do a love or anti-love poem.