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.