You are vile,

like a putrid swamp,

not because of what is said

but because of what

is unsaid in your words

that are about your

desire to have more,

not be more.

 

You are vile

in living the delusion

that appearances and things

mean more than the

memories of time well spent

and love true given.

 

You are vile for believing

that what matters is

getting and not

giving at least something

for the sake of the other.