A NARRATIVE FOR THE DISCONSOLATE

My pace faltered and I fell,
I stumbled and plummeted,
To what turned out to be,
A colossal ignominy.

It was an obtuse oversight,
To let you preside over my thoughts,
To let your fancies hover above mine,
And accept your self-regarding ways.

I noshed your already magnified ego,
An opulent experience you savored,
While my own self-image wasted away,
Under your uncaring scrutiny.

As I proffered my farewell,
I am unfettering myself,
From this disillusionment,
Fortified by my indignation.

As I watch your tears fall,
I recall my pursuit for gratification.
It was brought to a standstill when you came along,
It will ensue now that you’re gone.