Saying Why In Ways

Saying why in ways that leave no strained
associations yet implies to whom, quite
clearly, blame applies - would be the classic
case. No feelings hurt, no egos dragged in
dirt or trampled in a rush to flee the tragic
scene. Surreal it seems, especially when a
point of view exists there is no image of a
broken dream, relationship or link between
your feelings and the face disgraced. You’d
leave with only mild regret if that was true,
expecting them to soon forget you anyway.

You know that wasn’t what took place upon
the fateful day – it was a frank exchange of
trust; beauty glimpsed by hearts that lust for
brighter hues enhanced in artist’s eyes – a
fragile clutch of sharing minds. But that was
then, such yesterdays do not return. So move
along, your term’s expired – you’re free to
leave. If someone wants to grieve no doubt
they’ll find a way to tear out hair, beat their
breasts in thespian mourning expressed
with dramatic thanks and great respect.

But for egos sake you need to be chaired to
the door by a coterie of neo-sybarites, to
pay homage – placate your sense of worth.
You dream their fawning adulation. It is a
farewell tryst with worst debauchery forsaken
in a lifelong search for purest glory. This is
who you blame. You’ve sold out to ideas of
your own infallibility – with good reason, if
worthy souls remain they would no doubt be
there to cheer your passage on, line the walls
respectfully, shed a seasoned tear.
© 18 February 2008, I. D. Carswell