a poem by Linda Goodman

your icy voice put out the stars
it cracked my heart, and broke it in splinters
your tone as cold as Colorado winters
but I promise to soon forget
the contract we almost made...you'll feel
the swift response of an equal
as the dream begins to fade
I'll drown you in pseudo kindness
and a casual, friendly glance
I can almost imagine your blindness
as I watch and wait
for the chance
to suddenly - cruelly - make you know
how easy it was to let you go

By Linda Goodman - From Venus Trines at Midnight