Rejection

Heidi finally explained it, hearing enough.

And I still can't unwind why anyone was so mean.

"Look it's classic projection, a narcissist.
Maybe a male borderline.
Axis 2, I can't deal with them.
You farm these cases out. "

And I sat and thought about
A time you said it didn't matter,
You'd just take care of a me, if you could.

A few days later told me
You really just needed a shrink.
(then the drink, then space, then
Your job was demanding all time)
And of your interviews and family.

A dog I am you wrote, replaced
Written now as nothing was "because"
Hidden and from a vine.

I thought about a time out walking
Three things in my silent night
A star shooting, Venus and son, and closer home, a crane.

Bringing me a renewed wave of pain.
The sullied past, the trust gored,
the stupid hope, the scored game.
The name.

Heidi slid it in her envelope to contain it.

Gnawing a hole it bit me again.