Flee
A bittersweet narrative poem about emotional neglect, misplaced confidence and the painful irony of discovering what was lost only after it has gone.
He didn’t appreciate her offerings.
Why give me your pleasure? He would ask.
For your company others would be grateful –
So flee…
What’s the point being distracted by me?
You choose the path you wish to walk.
You want me in your life? I understand,
If no, then I tell you so flee…
He simulated their love & friendship,
And used her for convenience of his own.
He deemed her ways simple & foolish,
Seeing ripples not the stone in the pond.
He imposed his strong views upon her,
Though his words were empty & vain.
Show me your love! She pleaded some days.
He’d regurgitate: I tell you so flee…
Three days & nights he spent with friends,
Early Monday he returned to the gates.
His fingers flamed hot & ruddy red eyes
From hours – crazy hours – playing Xbox!
The cold key fits, he enters the lounge
And steps upon the what? Floorboards.
Stunned. Silent. Just
The tick tick tick of his Sekonda watch.
A shadow of a note she left him.
She penned: Honey you were so so right.
I met a lovely woman a fortnight past,
Thank you for your honest advice.
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