Beware the ebullient souls saying
“We’re glad you came, welcome, we’ll call you” but they never do.
Look behind you, they’ve gone haven’t they,
As if they never even existed and I think . . . .
Good friends, someone to talk to –
They seemed to understand! We seemed to have things in common! Wrong!
They let you down; their phone was off the hook.
It was a subtle condescension, a sweet lie.