Blue Has Turned Black
A poem
You didn’t have time
to converse with me
giving me a quarter of an hour
to speak
my mind and heart
*
I felt like I was on death row
ready to be shot
You said you had to go
I thought then that it would not happen again
yet
it was the same whenever
you were worried about yourself and your family
I was left out of the circle of gallantry
*
You didn’t have to pretend
when we met
that you like reading, music, movies
I thought you were close to me
I was wrong, so forgive me
that I’ll call you a coward
a phoney, a piece of sh**
*
How could you possibly think
mentioning my intelligence
all the time
that I will not figure it out
what was going on behind my back?
*
How could you lie and smile the next minute?
Always ready to jump to the plane
to your homeland
to plan
your future
fortified and fornicated by your wife
*
F**k you and her lovers then
Now you have them every day
So, I’m not needed, I never was
Blue became black
So, it was
just joke
which spoke
at the wrong time, I suppose
*
3 December 2021
revised on 6 February 2022
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