no remorse
no sorry
no, i wish things could have turned out better

when confronted
like a weasel
you back into a corner
and blame somebody else

the sadness
that flooded your brain
how you must be burning
from the heat of the pain

what most offended me
was the way you belittled,
his alcoholism…
as a simple symptom
of some condition

if you’d had friends
when you were sixteen
if only you had friends now
if only you’d had, ‘girly chats’
at the age when we really dream

you will never really feel
and always be,
somehow numb
the last to understand the joke

throwing a ball
to an excited dog
whose name –
appears to be tara