Walkie-Talkie

Lip service given & lip service received.
Gushing tearful promises meant to deceive.

I wonder what they’ll do when they know they’re got.
I wonder if the lesson is learned…or not.

Is there more dishonor on the horizon?
Or, is this our turning point; have we wizened?

Me? I’m forgiving…until I’ve no fucks left.
Then, dams break loose & all’s taken in one heft.

I can move past; whether with or without you.
All would rather see healing than much ado.