The Woman in Red

The bridges are broken like a shattered glass

and we will never cross each other’s lives again.

I have carried my tears where once I carried my heart

and I wonder who’ll love you now. Who’ll fall for you.

Who’ll call your name in the mornings and in the nights.

Who’ll find you troubled and lost

and hold you close with no malice in heart.

Our afternoon gatherings upon the cups of tea

would be reminded once in a while

and at the end of my lines

I will try to echo only the last pretty songs.

I will try to remember the lifelong verses

we exchanged for a short time.

I will try to remember the tiny little part of you

that was once mine

that I carried inside my womb

while lying down in my gory colours waiting for my end.

The fools will laugh and your friends will smile as they do now

when your selfish deeds will come to define your past

and in the years to come, when all the bitterness

that both of us hold so close, has gone

nothing will be left to be said.

We would have walked so far away

that looking back at the forgotten past will blind us

and memories will not be summoned

that were buried underneath a long time ago.

For now let us hide beneath our pretence and so,

perhaps one day we will both find shelter

in what we cannot fathom right now.

29/08/2012