Breezes gently scratching past my cheek
Dewdrops falling onto my feet
Gusts of leaves start pouring, flying in
As dead shoots adorn the ground with life from within
A life of torture, a life of pain
Reflects the joy of lives and loves, rekindled again
And as the rain drips down the grass
Each stone I step on is like ice, trapped in glass
I will not stop, I will not run
Not until the goal I set out to do has been done
Knees trembling, yet I clench an iron fist
Futile words of others would not deter my taking the risk
Though acceptance and reconciliation has had me blinded
Again I yearned for the connection with the one with whom I had sided
I will not go down without a fight
Truly it would look silly in hindsight.
And as the words pour out
Like melodious tunes of wrong notes, keys, and pauses rather stout
She turns to me, and upon hearing her voice,
Mine, embellished with icy saltwater, is made frosty without a choice.
Her kindness emanates her body
There is none like her
Continuously, we walk, and yet
I am certain a certain degree of hate for me in her has been incurred
Bumbling apologies and wet corners of eyes
She might have thought this meeting was a surprise
What have I done? I have to get out of sight
If only the minute hand turned left and not right.
Talk of 'friends' and talk of 'love'
An urgent need to alleviate the pain
Yet the method of which I do not know
And so have lent myself to shame.
But as we step into the light
She says her goodbyes
The past is over, the deal is done
And the truth of our relationship is a fact I cannot shun.
