Madness

We're not the friends that I thought we were,

And I'm tired of this and you and her.

For reasons that I may never know

You put up you your hand and turned to go.

But you did not leave - you stayed in this place,

So day by day I still see your face

As it smiles kindly on ones that I love

And sneers at me secretly from dark corners of

This madness that you, alas have made real.

And this sentence I have tried to appeal,

But madness in madness makes no sense at all,

There's no clarity in the issue I try to recall.

If you're trying to prove that you really don't care,
You need not worry, I can see you there

Avoiding my being to focus on she,

But what a happy triad we used to be!

This slow burn of events is starting to scorch

My brain and my heart. Extinguish that torch!

Yes, we're only friends, but we know through and through

The makings of I and the fundamentals of you.

So there's nowhere to run, for this is my home,

And I'll learn to be near you but be really alone.

~Heidi Joens