I don’t much care
That you say you miss me
Besides I’m certain
It’s only a half-truth
I don’t much care
That you say you’re
Sad that you’ve caused
Such distress in my life
– You guessed it –
Because it’s only
Another half-truth
And if all your half-truths
Could honestly be deemed
Honourable, I might give
A damn; a second thought.
But all I see is the cloud
Of smoke you leave behind
As you slither away
Into the night.
Slither
