I Hate My Coldness

I hate my coldness. I hate my coldness; My ability not to feel Walk away if pushed, grab the steering wheel I can’t feel remorse, just another page turned I won’t look back or feel my stomach’s churned I go off like a firework and explode in the sky When I come back calm, there’s no tears to dry I won’t do anything physical, won’t land a punch But decide never to forgive, even if it’s just a hunch I make up my mind, leave, or open a door Ready to accept if you don’t love me any more I’ll pick up my rags and reminders never shed a tear And if you lie or upset me, I show you the door, my dear. And I do hate my coldness. David Cox 08/02/21