Having withdrawn all your feelings for me

you gather yourself together

in readiness to leave.

 

Amidst the breakages and brokeness

of last nights bedroom maelstrom

we sit at a loss.

You glaring at me through a grid of fingers.

Those eyes! those eyes! love-dead.

 

And finally,something in your heart

would never have done in the past;it inspires your mouth

to hurl the last torrent of cruelty.

Cruelty I never thought your mind could create

no matter how hard it tried.

 

It is so thickly venemous

that I can almost taste it.

 

You have rolled all my little wrongs up

into one enormous sin

and taken away the last chance

for our love to grow old.

 

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© Stef Wilde 9th April 2015