I laughed,

I mocked,

I grinned,

I scoffed,

I knew,

These palmists are of charlatans, of fakes,

To lose my job, my friends, my love, my life,

This surely will not come to pass for truth.

Her wizened eyes which held my gaze could not,

By sight or thought compel these slights to come.

The first call came, I grabbed my phone to see,

It was my boss who told to me, their need

of me was lost. A fluke, coincidence, so sure

Was I, but then I saw the texts, my best

Of friends conveyed to me that they would cut

Me off. It’s fine, of course I’m mad but this

Is just ill-timed. I cried, I screamed, I fought,

The whole way to my home. The door was locked.

The note read “I’ll be gone”. That’s it. No more.

That woman, aged woman, she will have

To answer now to me. I stepped, then looked,

The bus mistook my steps for idleness,

Too late thought I, to feel my life ebb out

To stones. That it was all becoming real.