Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

July 10, 2008

Liar

by Shannon

I waited for you.
At the bus stop, remember?
You told me to meet you there
and we would catch a movie.
No, no, that’s fine, people forget...
of course. Some other time.
Look, don’t change your plans.
I have homework anyway...
I know it’s Friday, but
I might as well get it done while
I have the time...yeah, it can wait
until Sunday, I guess.
Where are you?
At your cousin’s?
Doing what?
Really? You’re watching TV
With her? Is she sick?
Really sick? Then how come
I can see you sitting in the lobby,
Holding hands with that other girl?

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