Why is it that rejection
Tugs the heart and tears complexion,
Grays the skies and blacks reflection
On prior days?
It's proof that one's been dopey,
Felt sentiment more soapy
Than others did; acting mopey
Helps a little.
Mishearing laughs, misweighing smiles,
Misfeeling warmth, misgauging guiles.
Forgetting friends, like clothing styles,
Fall from fashion.
Into a bowl place feeling dup-ed,
Equal parts of sad and stupid,
Toss with chagrin, some wilted cupid.
Don't forget self-pity.
A recipe for frequent sighs,
For strained farewells, for quick good-byes,
But life's a joy, and feeling wry
We do it all again.