Friendly

I could perform
a usual behaviour,
unspoken words
self realised into
nowhere, a perfect
place where meeting
presumes to be possible,
blinded in lonely lies,
presumptions of living.
I played cheating
games of your false truth,
a one way pathetic path while
life goes on without idea
of a meaning just the feeling
of losing it by.
So many questions, attempts,
while I longed to darken
my old devil moons.
I was, so I did, friendly
close enough to see the whole
of the emptiness
in your poor nature.
Compassion, that old stage
where I played my predictable
role in a new version
of my own failure, do learn,
do not speak anymore,
just show me it away,
just close to me never
hurrying back into
love sickness and approvals.