And I Poem by Ruth L. Rivers

You show up half past late
To our forever scheduled date
Thanking me for not leaving
I feel that I should be seething
But I watch your face change
From the tired funny look of strain
Babbling on about each n’ every pain
And feel I should be full of rage
But staring at the passing cars
This façade seems overly hard
Vanishing into the invisible air
I’m finding out I just don’t care

You eagerly pick up your cell phone
Leaving me out, now I am alone
Suddenly so vibrantly there yet sad
I feel I should be overtly mad
But I’m watching you smile and preen
With your eyes glazed and unseeing
Taking no notice of our recent interaction
I feel I should be horribly saddened
But here I sit, silent with my coffee
This play leisurely unfolds out of thin air
Showing a rapidly becoming new you
And I’m amazed that I just don’t care


By Ruth L. Rivers
June 21,2008