Member Poem

I thought you couldn’t take it back
after it passed through your lips,
but you say otherwise?
You have told me the very same,
and yet I still cannot forget
those bitter fables off your tongue.
But don’t you think I’ve known these thoughts
many times before?

Many times before have I held myself up
with impervious logic,
only to let my mind defer that word
into others with defective meanings.

I remember every time I let fall from my lips
a fabrication of the truth.
But behold you,
with your God-given authenticity
and golden forgetfulness.
Maybe it is I who have failed
to hold you against your own words.
Why will you not hear what you have said
many times before?

Many times before
when these are words that you have spoken,
I have listened;
I am no gull to your game.