LIE

I'm still struck by the
irony of it all: How
I'd recently put the
picture of the two
of us in a special
frame I'd found
at Ace. LOVE
IS FOREVER
carved in the
hard wood.

Now
one day later
I am betrayed
forever by a
man who thinks
nothing of being
kind to my
enemies. Welcoming
back the beast into
my parlor. Making
sure I'm an easy
target for the next
brutal attack.

And I sit here and
wonder what
sort of sick
world is this I'm in:
a pair of lovers
housed in a
handsome frame.
Your strong arms
holding me close
for the throwaway
camera. And the
only thing forever
is the terrible lie
carved in the
hard wood.

Poem © 2009 by Dylan Mitchell