even when you are caught with your pants down
the bluff and denial
is remarkable
almost admirable

i apologise –
for expressing my opinions
i forgot –
that this puts you in a rage

i do not understand –
your penchant for pots and kettles
and calling them black

what has she ever done to you?
she only ever sought your friendship
she only looked to confide

how is it that others
can fly half way around the world –
for me –
on my big day

once again,
you have made it your story
standing in the shade
waiting for sunshine and glory