You see me panting,
With her in my embrace.
Tears in our eyes,
Blood on my hands.
You see me whispering
Words of solace,
And comfort in her ears.
Justice served from my hands.
You see me struggling.
Shivering in wrath my frame.
Fear dead on her mind,
The reason: the deed I did by my hand.
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.