IWTS No. 32

I was the sound of his insincerity; the anger that rattled his voice gave me away. I was born from sufferings unaddressed, emotions unmaintained, presence lost. He didn’t see me coming, so don’t blame the fool. I had ensnared him so completely. He walked apart from others, he felt his isolation, and he thought there no reason to change. He’d long ago forsaken the promises he’d made to himself, those strong marks on the paper that proved that once, years ago when they were made, he’d had conviction. But it had faded away. He was becoming that old tired thing he was before the courage came. He didn’t even seem to care.