You Will Never Know

You tried to kill me.

Don’t try to deny it, the evidence is quite clear.

It was close, my dear. Very, very close.

But you wouldn’t know about that, would you?

You thought I was bluffing,

But two weeks of insomnia, raging nightmares, and

Being so, so very close to the edge of death

Scared you enough

That you hid in your home.

As soon as I got the all-clear?

“Great. Can you babysit our kid?”

Really?

That’s it?

No “Here’s some chicken soup, get some rest,”

Or “Geez, I’m so sorry, how are you doing?”

Or “You okay? That was too damn close.”

Back to business as normal,

No responsibility or accountability taken.

No apologies, no amends.

I think you were disappointed that I told the truth.

And you’re angry beyond belief

That I still do.

YOU are responsible for my almost losing my life.

And now I’m completely deaf in my right ear.

So I wake up each morning

From dreams, nightmares, story fodder

Into a world where I no longer hear from half my world.

Angry?

Furious?

Oh, you stupid, ignorant, cock, you have no idea.

Have you even noticed?

Or are you too busy with your own self-centered manipulations

Of those people you call “friends”

But just shamelessly, arrogantly, abuse?

And you wonder why your social circle is getting smaller?

Why even your own family members have to be bribed to be with you?

Doesn't matter, we’ve gotten exquisite revenge already.

The fun part?

If we have our way, you will never, ever know.

We wrote you out of our will,

My parents did, too.

So your kissy-kissy act

Only serves to hammer your shallowness home.

But, here’s the best part:

We talk about the concert we went to last year.

Well, there were two.

The other?

The singer you want to see more than anything.

Yep, we were there.

Great seats, by the way.

I keep a video on my phone in case you find out

And try to call my bluff.

That pink “cowboy” hat we brought back for your daughter?

That she loves so very, very much

That she wears it all the time?

Where we got it?

Guess. Go on, guess.

But you’re so wrapped in your own self-assurance

And think you hold all the cards

And all the smarts

That you can’t be out-flanked or out-gunned.

Oh, honey.

Puh-lease.

Oh, that musical you want to see so badly, more than anything?

But don’t have the money for?

And are trying to get all your other “friends” to pay your ticket for?

Yeah, our seats were awesome.

But you’ll never know.

You see our smugness,

But can’t fathom what it means.

You try to make us jealous with your own plans and travels.

You played the game.

By playing, you automatically lose.

And darling,

Sweetheart,

You. Lost.