Not with a Bang – but a Whimper
And so the saga ends -
Not with a bang – but a whimper.
After extensive cat and mouse play,
Death by duck bites would've been simpler.
Be I punisher or punished?
Was once an open query.
Who knew the obvious answer,
Is I am an idiot - quite clearly?!
If “You should not trust me”,
Is the provided directive -
Future note to self -
My freaking judgement’s defective!
What the hell was I thinking?! -
Lobbing my heart in the air?
When you emphatically stated,
You were unable to care.
It‘s said hope springs eternal -
Beyond a doubt now proven true .
Why else did I consider-
The possibility of me and you?
What most depresses,
Now that I reflect -
Is the question of when and where,
I abandoned self respect?
Despite the emotional angst,
I’m now plowing through -
I remain the village idiot,
Still desirous of me with you.