What Would You Do? Like Really? 

If you went to a place where your Ex was - 

And he walked right by you, obviously saw you, 

and he tightened his lips, stood there rightINfrontOFyou, 

and stared at you, 

as you gathered your thoughts and blurted, in a confused way, waiting for his usual smile, 

"Hey, how are you?" 

And stood there, you did, as he stomped away, silently? 

Slamming the door to exit the room, open and shut, 

so everyone in the same room, would turn and first glance at the slamming doors and then at you, 

as you stared at the very same doors, confused? 

Trying to stop the tears from cascading down your cheek? 

Wondering, if you are in a Twilght Episode and 

you have not received the up-dated script? 

A walk-on part you were promised, with lines and they were changed, without your knowledge? 

What would you do? 

Like Really? 

You thought this man was It? 

The One? 

The Flirt? 

Shared your bed, your home, your thoughts, your tears and woke up with him for a lazy Sunday or two?

What would you do? 

Like Really? 

I walked from the room, held my head high, as I exited, stage right... 

Only to crumble off-stage. 

Seeing that he was not doing that well? 

That other truths were no longer truths... 

Like hmmmmmmmm - 

Where he was living? 

Was a lie, compounded upon others? 

From a "friend" saying he did not know where he was or rather 

He had not seen "his" car of late - - 

As I crumbled outside, 

I looked around, 

seeing that it was, unbelievably, a beautiful blue sky and no clouds apparent - 

His car was not there - 

he was using his bike for transportation - 

??? 

Yet he had paid for 6 months insurance instead of paying me his share of his rent - 

Which ended the Us as a Live-in Couple... 

Yet last week - - 

He was at my doorstep - 

Shooting a needle and a crack pipe, neckNneck... 

I am watching him 

Kill himself 

Very slowly 

And I cry for him - 

And believed none of his words last week - 

He is what? 

Believing lies about me? 

He told me last week that he was sucking dick for crack hits 

I just stood there and shook, physically 

Nearly vomited, actually, 

as I thought 

This is the man I thought was wonderful? 

Where has Mr. Wonderful gone? 

Was he ever there? 

What would you do? 

Like Really? 

Would you seek him out to ask 

How are you? 

REALLY? 

Do you ever get a truth from a crack head? 

Do you? 

I died some more today 

As he walked away, 

not acknowledging me 

And I stood there and wondered 

What surreal movie script I had stepped into? 

Like Really? 

What would You Do?