There are four rings
One for each time she's forgotten me
An automated version is all I ever get
Anymore
A chance to converse
Is better left to indirection
Avoidance
Or machinery
Nights are spent in
Non-slumber of daymares
Monsters and realities
Closing in
A moment of
Vulnerability
Ignored;
I cry alone
So self absorbed
To see anything
But the next paycheck
Or freedom from neediness
A slave to condescension
A higher understanding
Of "I'm better than you"
"I know more than you"
Maybe it's time for a change
A dissolution to the game we play
A torment of love
Gone so wrong
Selfishness
And deaf to struggle
A translator is needed,
Just listen
