Today’s prompt: “to write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like.” This is to my ex, and there is no need to protect he who was guilty as charged.
My Trust
It didn’t flow as easily
as money through your hands;
It never learned the way
to make up its own demands.
It didn’t let me sleep at night
when you were at the bars;
Nor would it let me believe that
what I smelled was just cigars.
It didn’t let me forgive
when you said you would be true:
I’m just thankful that at last
it let me walk away from you!
klm
4/16/23
Whispered Wanderings 
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