by Rochelle D’Silva
flashbacks
constant flashbacks
his disappointments
your inefficiencies
the taste of his goodbye
versus
the cowardice in your inability
to ignore
to cajole
to wow
split second fallacies
grey mourning skies
the point of no return
will always lie
in what couldn’t be measured
and what didn’t add up
what more will it take
for you to be secure?
what will it take
for her to be implored
what have you
been offering her
what more have you
to offer?
anger-full honest eyes
offered up their tears
grey morning-night
fed her
fears
alone again
rapturously
wicked the thought
unkind the deed
regret.
