An Appalling Act

An Appalling Act

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

I’ve heard it said

That there is a choice giving to many men

To be a slave in heaven

Or a star in hell

And on a good day

Hell can look a lot like wherever you are

Like this house I’m in

Full of friends and strangers

I shouldn’t feel alone

But that feeling is creeping up my spine

Because my love is being ignored

13 hours before

It was a kiss goodbye

A little love pat on the ass

Have a good day at work, baby

Now, I don’t exist

I’ve been replaced by a few more tattoos

Wearing black skinny jeans

Am I being punished

For some unknown act or word

That somehow offended you

I couldn’t get off work

So I joined the festivities late

Now, the spot on the floor next to me

That I cleared for you

Remains empty

While you step into the smoke hole

With your new toy

The spot for you remains empty when you return

Because you choose to squeeze in by your smoking buddy

The night draws to an end

I blame an overconsumption of party favors

For your appalling act

And struggle to forget it

As I lay next to you

Wondering where and when

This might happen again

We’ll have to wait and see

Wait and see if I’m a star or a slave

Wait and see if you are heaven or hell

Wait and see