And this morning,
I woke up in utter denial
About what had happened.
But when the first rays of sunlight
Ever so subtly tickled my eyelids,
And i never felt your warm embrace,
I knew.
I knew you had moved on
greener pastures.
Tell me one thing:
When?
When was it,
That your affection for me
Became so dry, dusty and arid?
When did you soothe yourself
With purposeful amnesia,
In the case of
Unburdening your heavy conscience
Of our passionate memories?