Reunion

I tell you mournfully, that you don’t understand me at all,

because I know that you know exactly how to show me that you do,

and maybe that’s a little bit cruel,

but I take my cues from how life has treated me,

and I know that you know that too.

You told me that you knew I’d marry money,

but that I would never be happy,

so the presence of my bejewelled presentation was not a surprise to you,

and neither was the loss of sparkle from my eyes.