don’t you think, 

for you to stand outside the door to this dark room, 

toss randomly –

like wooden matches flicked –

your insinuations?

ludicrous, 

to presume yourself companion to my indifference.

you do not bare the scars of my assumed indiscretion. 

and nowhere in the book of you

is there evidence to support incidence of (misconstrued) self-deprecation. 

if not for lack of care,

i would invest more time into a study of your contradiction.

but knowing at the end of the day,

the conviction you suggest is nothing more than a mask your insensitivity holds residence behind.

careless of you –

to suppose.

when invitation was given without obligation to sit in audience to know.