sanity

Deceit deceit

to be so ill and look well

oh fie on you and falsehood

singing your dirge

as a easy lullaby

that I find myself humming

in the still moments of the day

Sacrilege and horror

to mourn you without knowing

to hear you say farewell again

and again

and never yet reply

I am deaf to the loss of you

blind to your fragility

telling stories of your strength

to the silent audience

I wonder what they see

that keeps them so solemn and still

I wonder why they will not look

me in the eye

and why the softest of them

seem to cry

Deceit and despair!

Did you mean to slip away

without a warning, without a whisper?

To leave me at last alone.