I had incentive
you crushed it.
I opened the window,
you cursed me,
draught, you say
all I can see is the bright sky.

I laugh on the phone
a friend called,i blurt.
I watch you weep to me
say things you wouldn't remember;
not for the second minute,
but I would,
for a lifetime.

You drawl,
I'm sick,you say
she caused it, he says.
I wonder at how things came to be,
how a history could be re-written,
how memories could become grotesque,
predicaments, painful, grief.

You judge,
he asserts the opinion.
You analyse,
he depreciates.
You mock,
he jests.
You hurt,
he knifes.
You see right through me,
all he does is see me as her.

And the song plays in my head,
"I'm not calling you a liar,
just don't lie to me".