Fly Bye

You disappoint me, my friend,
Not because I expected you to understand-
Just not to pretend.

There was that moment (I recall)
When I became the cripple to them all-
Your eyes averted mine,
Denying it all.

Now you say it’s all okay
That it would have happened anyway
And I’ve just got a chip on my crip self
Because I brought it up today.

Don’t worry, because it won’t happen again.
Go on, pretend.

And
I’ll just offend,
Passing on your left
From the fast lane.
The screaming in my heart muffled by
The sound of my tires
Squealing, wheeling by
As I circle and fly.

Right on by.

And bye.

Copyright 2007 Ruth Harrigan