Like ashes stacked in a jar of indifference
tightly capped to mask a stench so cruel
from cigarette butts worth riddance-
you caused me self decay and dismal.
You put me out like those cigarettes
in an ashtray of cares killed in a duel.
You poured your alibis, like prudence-
and fading sentiment into a bottle.
Then like sediments your true colors-
settled showing who you really are a devil!
So I stirred your heart’s murky absence-
to my presence crashing away like a cymbal.
Doing what’s best for me just this once-
made me smile like a child enjoying a dandle.
See, I thought I was making a difference-
by trying to find us a cul.
I now know you lack the valence
for bonding but am OK with null.
So darling spare me the parlance
you take your jar and I will cap this bottle.
Who knew keeping distance-
can make indifference so subtle?
Inspired by: "It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe." ―Albert Camus ― The Stranger
Indifference makes all the difference but who knew distance can make indifference so subtle?