Polished mirrors of joint deception,
Discontent of seeing reflection
Of how you used to be –
Secret words you confined to paper,
Questioning own mind, a doubt,
A river of words floating out
A glimpse of what was not to be seen…
I drank from this wine of vulnerabilities,
Not mine, but your lost sensibilities
Soaring Spirit fell hard to the ground,
Away from the common crowd and hall..
Not one drop made you seem small
In my eyes.
Love energy never meant to be mutual,
Your last words to me ‘Leave’,
Yet a chain reaction of guilt and relief
Twelve neat lines of remorse,
Your last poem read ‘Unachievable’.
Do you not feel faithful and strong?
All is forgivable.