Droll “night” – Poem

It’s witty how nice hello is always convoyed with far goodbye
It’s witty how good memories can start to make you cry
It’s witty how ugly goodbye is always welcomed
It’s witty how ugly memories can start to make you cry

It’s witty how “friends” can just dispensation when you are down
It’s witty how when you need someone they never are around
It’s witty how “wife” can just leave when you are down
It’s witty how when you need friends they never are around

It’s witty how family variation and think they're so much better
It’s witty how many lies are packed into one “love letter”
It’s witty how dreams of forever never seems to last
It’s witty how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past
It’s witty how much you'd gain if you regret about her lies
It’s witty how much you'd regret if you do not believe her lies

It’s witty how one “night” can contain so much regret
It’s witty how you can absolve but not forget
It’s witty how caustic existence turns out to be
But the drollest part of all, is none of that droll to me.