Sitting alone, with no one near

I lean back and sigh, at the past year.

A loud voice calls

And I look for the source

The sound slips, falls

And they know no remorse.

Handful of gold,

Covered in mold;

It’s only for show,

I think I now know.

The voice was never there.

But they called for everyone else.

They said they did care.

But that promise just melts.

When I sit down, I hear her voice

I look up, she’s made a choice.

She passes by, ignoring my presence;

It leaves between us mere quiescence.

I stand to my feet.

She’s not reliant.

She smiles so sweet.

Leaves me, so silent.

So, she shrugged and turned with a smile

For the truth had been there all the while.