The Idiot's Daughter

While joyous Ophelia runs up the stairs
In the 1980s, orchestrating her own madness,
The boy tears up all of his letters,
Written in the improper state of mind
Familiar to philosophers
And lovers who loved once,
He spends all of his money in revenge
Loses his servants
Loses his friends
Loses track
Loses all final destinations
To wonder occasionally of Ophelia,
Brilliant smile
From deep within her chest,
Whether that is a lie,
Or his heart still feeds him the truth.