Doctor Up the Loneliness

and your name will be forgotten
no matter how hard and deep
you try to scribble
your epitaph into
novels and short stories

no matter how much you send your
thoughts and ideas
through the stratosphere
of bandwidth and algorithms

they will not remember you
nor the good you have done
it will not carry any weight
and it
will disseminate
and you will be left alone

and at last
she will finally leave
she will take the boy
and make love to a man
he will buy her fancy clothes
and a nice car
but you will have your art
and the universal misunderstanding
of your eternal self

on that day
i will not laugh
nor will i shout the "i-told-you-so's"
i will merely weep
in remorse for
never laying bare
the venom of your folly