He didn’t appreciate her offerings.
Why give me your pleasure? He would ask.
For your company others would be grateful –
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.