Cold Hearts,Small Minds
You mean to convey passion
but your voice is devoid of it.
Your words a dagger
come straight at my heart.
I cannot respond
to these fusillades;
I can only deflect, counter,
invent excuses,
turn cold and shiver in the night.
Two cats fighting in the alley.
a game also small minds play,
and when we run out of steam,
I feel no loss, watching you
sink out of sight in
your own quicksand.
@jjote 063021
Copyright © Josefina Costales | Year Posted 2021
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