Soliloquy

We were sitting too close to each other
when I realised with a start that you were
quite imperceptible to touch and that you
didn’t like it when I strayed too close to you.

We had been within the periphery
of this kind of love before but that was
back when we had decided that we were
too good for each other and life should take its course.

What kind of future awaits us?
This is the sort of question that fills my
heart with dread and mind with trepidation.
And yet I wouldn’t know how life has passed me by.

Such insignificance creeps inside our conversations
as do the magenta-coloured deep flanks of futility
perspiring with the judgement that freezes momentarily
and passes off as the mere friendship of heart and soul.

What changes lie ahead of us?
The face in the mirror is still yours,
your room remains silent, and your watch starts
ticking in exaggerated silence; otherwise nothing.

The people walking by on the pavement outside
do not know what concurred within these walls
and they cannot be counted on to keep secrets
that our faithful selfs refused to even consider.

Such a day unlike any other deserves to be buried
within the deep chasms of your memory, sharing
its place only with the sepia photograph of us holding hands
which you had kept to remind you of what tomorrow will look like.

What these terracotta fences fail to hide is the
passion that used to exist once between two people
who were never meant to cross each other’s paths,
who now know better than to cross swords over their choices.

No outsider will ever realise the magnitude of what transpired
between you and me, no one else will share in my sorrow
This is a strange kind of weight I feel upon my shoulders,
I’ll try not to walk too heavily.