Linda M. Crate- A Poem

the forgotten whisper

sex
was more important to you
than me
i hadn't seen you in ages,
but you stole away every night
simply to sleep
with him;
and don't tell me you didn't
i heard you
even the dead couldn't be deaf
to your screams
of ecstasy—
makes me wonder why you even bothered
having me visit at all,
and it makes me
realize that i should have seen the day
coming
where you would leave me behind
because i didn't matter to you
not even then;
was just the girl that couldn't take a hint
couldn't stay away
even though i should have—
you know how they always say hos before bros?
i've always thought sisters before misters, too,
but you weren't on that boat with me
let me sail alone
standing
on the precipice of an ocean i never navigated
told me to have fun,
but how could i?
even when you weren't at work
your thoughts
were only of him;
perhaps
it was silly of me,
but i really thought you did care about me once
now i realize our friendship was nothing but a lie
our sisterhood was simply one
said in name—
i made you a priority
when all i was to you was an option,
and this has happened so many times with so many people
i will trust no one with my heart again.