The First Sunday

It wasn't until later I realized, I was wrong.

We met on the first Sunday,
You said, "I'll help you soar."

and smiled.

So I smiled too,
exhilarated, 

I had finally found a friend.

From behind you pushed me,

and I plummeted right

to the floor.

Still I smiled up at you
and thought, "It sure is nice

to have a friend."

Author's Note

I've been so angry.