Upon being abandoned by one once held in high regard

“everything is NOT ok!”

The words escape my mouth like
the yelp of a kicked dog
cowering from an offending appendage
as swiftly as hesitation makes possible
to escape the imminent danger and surprise
of trust being shattered on the ground.  
The hand that feeds turns into
a fist of nails and pain.
I contemplate this as I lie here
in the cold halo of abandonment.
Jagged shards from these broken rose-colored glasses
tear eyeholes in this old battered mask of meat and bones.  

Watching you leave is like standing in the rain for the first time.