Bitter-Sweet Phonecall

It feels like a bad dream..and am starring in it.
You call me, I hear your voice.         Sounding all graceful......
You go on and on......about your achievements, your missions..
Oblivious of how you have overturned mine.....
No hint of remorse or regress on your part
As if by your bewildered imagination or lack thereof
time passed, has justified your inhumane actions.
I listen to you, talk back to you with the same forged grace..if not more...
You ask how I'm doing.......incapable of feigning compassion/interest.
I'm stunned by the intesity of that question, I want to reply to you with equal magnitude of reality.
I can't. I'm forced to stoop down to your shallowness...this vanity.
Unintentionally safely protecting your fragile ego..which bruises easily at the slightest provocation.
We swing and dance...in this madness, one heart thriving, another ululating.
I put the phone down....gasping, my stomach clenches, as I immediately anticipate the next phone call...