Mere Punishment

You posit 

me in third grade,

you turn down 

to become my demure 

significant other,

You don't like to exhume 

the memories 

of the past.

Where you floundered 

in the race of life, 

I was the straw holding 

which you got your breath.

Time has fleeted 

and your views have veered, 

rejection of my love 

has become your copacetic action.

Like the tempest, 

you do all vandalism 

and I fail even to give you 

mere punishment.