I hope you don’t mind
But please, Oh please
I don’t want much, ya know?
Not the hugs, the embraces.
The cuddles, the kisses; No!
I just want to see you grow.
Grayer. Better so.
I really hope that you don’t mind,
But please. Oh please!
And here he stands.
Signifying the end.
And it’s just the truth.
I can’t refuse,
I can’t accept.
And even though I can smudge
And make him look like a pause,
I can’t deny.
That here he stands.
If there is one thing
That I don’t understand,
It’s got to be the Yin and the Yang.
Why do they have to be two?
Why can’t just one do?
Why are they even here?
To spoil the sunny days with heavy rain?
Or to spoil the heavy rain with sunny days?
They interfere a lot.
Because of them, me and lover fought!
It was all too good to be true,
Then jealous of the Yang came in Yin
And the whole thing blew!
I just don’t understand!
What’s the deal, with the Yin and the Yang.
I was doing the dishes today,
I saw her outside.
Through the glass, she stared.
Right in my eye.
Looking for answers.
I had none to give.
And I swear I would run to her
Hold her by her waist and kiss her.
But I didn’t.
I did not kiss her this year.
We used to be a thing.
She was around for just a quarter year,
I’d wait for her the months 9.
But this year she was hurt,
She found me married on her return.
And as I looked in her eyes,
The pain was visible.
The hurt was evident.
Her eyes termed me Brutus.
Her departure was near.
But my hands were tied.
My wife, a doctor, didn’t allow.
To go out with the clothing warm.
Lady Winters departure without a kiss
Is not my fault.
This is not a joke.
I looked in the mirror and saw a face.
It was nothing scary.
Not at all like those horror films.
But it was indeed a face.
It wasn’t creepy.
It wasn’t the face of a stranger.
But it was indeed someone I used to know.
I might even call him familiar.
The beard has grown, the hair unkempt.
But the feature were just the same as I remembered.
I don’t know.
It wasn’t a pleasure seeing him again.
On the contrary I never quite liked him.
But c’est la vie!
Ghosts from the past aren’t adorable.
I swear, I looked in the mirror and saw a face.
Static in my ears.
Static on the line.
Static from the earpiece after my lines.
Static lays the call,
Static is my life.
Static is what has become the epitome of lies.
Static in her words,
Static on my mind.
Static can’t replace her “love you too” in my life.
Twas nothing to the common eye,
The stairwell was what was seen.
But see what perspective shades
And everything changes what it has been.
It was the downward spiral of a common man.
The path to success to other.
To one it meant nothing
And to the other, it compared to nothing.
But it was all it was for most, id est,
Ye seeks what ye want and that is all that matters.