By kevin urenda
Date: 8 April 1999

Small Consolation

Condemned to a hell
worse than that purgatory
of faint praise
I feel the sting of the hot coals
you heap on me with 
those words "You are special"
when once there was "I love you"
and "I miss you" and even "I need you"
When I know you are 
looking for another love
I still have to wonder
who I was to you
when the distance in your heart
between longing and indifference
is all too short
At least I know I will
never grant you the power to
hurt me again.

4/6/99