Purple Lady Poetry

I didn’t give you the right answer,
Did I?
When you asked how I was now I was alone?
You didn’t like my litany of life and actions.
My denial of regret and grief.
My acceptance of how things are.
My knowledge that clocks don’t turn back.

You wanted sadness and loss and dependence.
When I didn’t give it you were lost
And then judgemental at how I didn’t fit the scene
That you felt more convenient and conventional.

I will leave you to find yourself in this place sometime.
I will watch as how you find the story does not unfold to a script
And your lines become lies that you tell to give others comfort.