Election Day

Will I trust you?
Will I ever trust you again?

I don't think so.
We let you hold the diamond,
the most precious jewel that meant
so much more to us than
its monetary worth

and you spit on it
and rubbed it on your
autumn sweater

and you shrugged because
this was just another jewel
and the world is full of rocks
and anything will sparkle
if you hold it at the right angle.

You weren't listening closely
enough. The rock you disregarded
was singing the most beautiful song;
a song about longing and fear,
about control and letting go,
a song about the most rare instance - -
seeing those cracks in the sidewalk
and knowing when to step around them.

You just saw the space,
the hole, the hurt.

And maybe I blame you but it does no good.
Know that my vote counts only once.
It has been placed
with the most pure of heart.