Purple Lady Poetry

Dear friend, I look at you and think
I cannot tell you how it was.
You will not want to listen
About the fear, the pain, the loss.

The loss, the ache, the empty space
That fills with tears when least expected.
Prompted by bits of life so small
And memories unelected.

Those memories so raw, so harsh.
The times so bad they’re hard to bear.
Dear friend, I look at you and think
You cannot know, you were not there.

You will not want to know the truth
There is the problem I perceive.
The thoughts that tumble in my mind
It will not fit what you believe.

What you believe is my own fault.
I’m expert in deceit and guile.
I tell you what you want to hear.
No mention of my thoughts so vile.

Vile were those days that we passed through
And tempers frayed and things were said.
That said, could never be unspoken.
Time was short, then you were dead.

Dead is the truth and dead the heart.
I’ll let you think I’m fine, not numb.
All is well. I’m really sorted.
I’ll spare your feelings and stay dumb.