Soliloquy

It was not a reunion of lovers- it could not have been.
Not without the informality or the compunctions
That usually blazed upon the dreary grass. The sun
Had just gone up from over the lake as the black
Chiffon came into view. There were no stuttered hellos
Nor woeful embraces of the clouds that were hovering
Past; no uneasiness could have deterred such a show
Of insincere thanksgiving. “How are you?” you asked,
As a sparrow flitted by without comment. Self-composed
Enough to have contained whatever emotion there was
In your kohl-rimmed eyes, I could not comprehend if you
Did, in fact, care. Hope strung loosely; we could not speak
Of love without having drawn a tear or two.
Too shy to merit a mention of the past, we chose to wander
Past its realms to what this moment warranted us both.

We saw the shadows lurk uncomfortably even as
The conversation moved towards the familiarity of old friends.
Reluctant to reveal more than what was deemed to be
Necessary, we chose to undermine the currents that
Ran downstream and emerged unscathed from the fission
That the collision of two mountains would have caused.
Banal yet dissatisfied with what time wrought out of us,
We chose not to look back upon those mountains.

If you like my work, consider visiting my website to get in touch with more of my writing. You can follow me on Twitter as well. Also, sign up for the newsletter to get regular updates coming your way. I would love to talk to you!