Ignorance buys a bedsit

I buried my head
when life went wrong;
and to you a problem
I have been all along;

I chose not to listen,
I chose not to look
at bank statements pinned plain;
the deficit of cheque books.

I chose no balance receipt,
I chose not to face facts;
drowning in denial,
bemused the day you snapped.

I begged on bended knees
hands clasped in prayer to Gods;
my heart rate past its peak,
you cried for one of us.

Two years wishing
protracted the only the ruthless truth;
you need me now
like a cactus
needs a loom.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011

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