i misjudged you

i misjudged you.

but it's my fault.

i thought the rosary beads

hanging from

your rear

view mirror, meant something.

that they were

more than

an accessory signaling

virtue.

your church

attendance was stellar,

you sang

the songs

and knew which page

they were on

in the hymnal.

you recycled too and ate

vegetables

only.

you dropped an occasional

dollar into

the beggar's cup,

you owned dogs

that you

rescued.

and yet, none of it was

true.

but it's my fault,

as i said earlier,

i drank it all up,

i was the fool.