I am disappointed.
I'd seen a change and had felt
we'd turned a corner, leaving the
hurt and pain behind us. But now
I know.
Your smile, your joking, your
statements tell me we were on
the same wavelength - even finishing
each others sentences. All of it was
an act.
I'd felt hope and concern returning
to my heart, and even felt relief
that maybe things had changed
for the better. I'd even dared to
invest myself again. I got a
poor return.
But then, I'm not so surprised you know,
it all seems familiar and just as
uncomfortable. I'd held my breath
through it all, waiting for the other shoe
to fall.
And now it has. So why worry now?
I am disappointed.
I am not surprised.
© 2008 Michael Hunter
I love the part about finishing each others sentences my love and I can do that also thank you for sharing... Great Write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The other shoe usually becomes a boot