That's the way it goes

Just two days after the fireworks,

You broke our mutual silence.

Wished me the best, asked to be met

And had the nerve to say: “I need to hear you.”

Oh – why, of course!

Weird it is not that you desire to “hear” me;

It is that you even think I share that need

And that a text apology is enough.

Enough for the mental and emotional torment,

The tears and words of vile and selfishness.

It was possible indeed to be friends –

But a slapper is someone I erase.

I wrote you so and yet the very next day

You asked for me. The nerve!

I’ll treat you no less than you have me.

And worse. Happy New Year.