It was the door slamming
Alerting me to your departure.
Shallow boy, shallow love.
Like a fool I wrote you songs
Sang them with passion
Thinking you were the one.
On long walks you took paper boats
Folded in idleness but set afloat
With expectation, genuine wishes
For tomorrow to be a better day.
But that day never arrived
You escaped, took the easy way
Left without a word
Leaving me images of you
A false god
In a false world.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/08/21/writing-prompt-173-collage-28/
Morpethroad 
A bittersweet take on the collage, Michael, that sounds like it comes straight from the heart.
Thank you Kim, just a response to the collage and a few things happening in my world…
I’ve left you a comment in Phylor’s blog too. I do like your bittersweet – how can anyone who is having so much fun be sincere?!
You wonder don’t you…
edit out, please. Not want I meant to imply!
Just a response to the image
I didn’t like the tone of my initial comment, which is why I wondered if you could just edit it all out. You do express the anger when the gold falls off the goddess quite well.
ed out comments but I see I took out every comment you made….sorry
No problem.
No problem. You have done an excellent job in expressing the anger of finding the gold has fallen off the goddess.
no problem — others expressed better.
This stings, the veil has lifted, the illusion is shattered, visceral writing
Thank you Yves. Interesting collage tonight
Thanks Michael =)
profound Michael – weaving such words of impact from the collage especially like the paper boats ‘folded in idleness’
Thank you so much Laura.
as everyone has said – you’ve done such a wonderful job with the collage; your words express the emotions with a starkness that cuts straight to the heart of the matter …. great piece Michael 🙂
Thank you Pat…
Painful poem for the speaker I think “A false goddess in a false world” illustrates his disenchantment with love. Perhaps, even women, he can’t trust them. And it makes him not trust the world, at least the one he’s living him. Sad but well written Michael.
Thank you Mandi…
Very poignant writing of heartbreak that many will relate to, Michael. Hopefully she gets to the point soon where she can call after him “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” (I’ve seen one saying where she added: “Who in the heck am I kidding-I hope you fall down the effing stairs, too!”)
Thank you Mandy, I think she may have wished for worse.