Anicca She

I did

but no longer

For her whom, sought after

The next pretty one down the line

Though charming she may be

And delicious she may seem

I saw fury in her stance (that night)

Her tone, her turn, her walk away

Neglected me, such bitter aftertaste

For this

I did

but no longer

On weighted mood I carried her sting

The sting of the night she turned away

For a week (to this day) I ached

On sidewalk, through sun and streetlight lit

Heavy were the steps

Steps stung by her furious whip

A fixing call to her I try

Silence

Oh pulverizing Silence

Be her reply

A Silence that teased my grave nearby

Better is the sight from bed of dirt 6 feet

Than to be trampled upon

For my suffering solo cry

It's because of this

I did

but no longer

For her whom

I liked

Another pretty one down the line

Now no longer sought after