Poetry / Early dismissal

The window brings something fresh to the table- air, sunshine and a rather pleasurable picture of the street below.
The cars sound as you quietly dismiss me from your presence
What is it this time?
because you can?
you don’t want to or can’t “deal” with me right now?
you just don’t want to talk to me?
your busy?
please tell me, enlighten me as to your reasoning for my early dismissal
I beg you- dismiss me untill I finaly realize this isn’t what you wanted in the first place,
you never wanted to remember my face
You were never really sure of the outcome and now that we both are.. how does it feel?
How does it feel to be the victim of unethical morality?
I beg you darling, please tell me.

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