Irony

ironyI gave you a letter;

you threw it away.

I gave you my friendship;

you pushed it aside.

I sent a dove to bring you peace;

you shot it with your gun.

I gave you my companionship;

you said you wanted solitude.

I gave you my love;

you said you didn’t need me.

So why then

did you try to kill yourself,

leaving behind a note

saying you had

no friends,

no peace,

no love…

only loneliness?

©1981 Sharon Gerlach

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