Slow Burn: A Poetry Collection

Attendance Issues

Nobody deserved to lose him

and, in fact, he felt endless

with rustic hands and bumblebee eyes.

His talents were convenient though and

he let others have their way with them;

satisfied with static smiles and depreciating gratitude.

Many were close to him

but Anguish was among them.

He didn't have many smiles to offer

anyone or anything he 'left behind'

but all of those other eyes were

thankful that his features would rearrange themselves

to suit their tastes

It was then, when he had been absent,

that they assumed he was vain.

He preferred it that way;

so 'goodbye'

knew how to behave and

could have almost respected him for it.