Who is looking back at me?

I no longer recognise myself

I'll be right back..

A euphemism for -

I find you boring,

You're not what I was expecting,

I've lost interest.

It matters not,

I wasn't engaged.

Is it my fault?

I may have acted rashly

unthinkingly,

childishly,

without hesitation.

Should I understand your complexities ?

Why should I be asked to fill your emptiness,

listen patiently to your hostility,

Ignore your rejection.

Unanswered

I don't care for begging letters

Gentle Oblivion

What you say doesn't matter anymore.

I've consigned it to gentle oblivion.

Unhurried ranks of enevelopes

with promises of love

but nowhere to go.