the day after

The day after a war,
when the furror has gone quiet
and the blood is still
being cleaned up,
Everything about the day of
runs over me.
I look at everything that was said
all the stupid garbage
that had no point to it,
and it amazes me
that you missed it completely
in your brused ego department.
To keep you calm
I took all the respoonsiblity
all the blame
even though it was not mine
to have or hold.
But you can't handle the truth
nor do you defend my honor
any time it has been attacked
you always look at me
and tell me that I need to do
the appoligizing
to the person who hurt me.
When things come into the light
and it turns out I was right
you have nothing to say,
not I'm sorry I was wrong
not I'm sorry I let you go through that
alone,
nothing.
And for that
you have failed everything
you have ever professed to feel about me.