People disappear from our lives
Especially when we are no longer in eye contact
And able to defend ourselves
We know, we know, think of Iago
It isn’t necessarily the person who lies
We know there are people like that
What hurts so much is the willingness–
Of those we thought were our friends–
To believe that lie
Almost makes us think that
We were hated all along
Or is this just Homo sapiens at its most normal?
Pick up the animal bone and crush the skull
Of the hominid closest to us?