He brought all the nuances of pain
those that scratch the bottomless pit
and I still love his vain coldness
one that unsettles and rumbles
with icicles that bursts to iced pebbles
and the space between the ridges
turned to hours, hours to days
and the silence became a punishment
as if banished to feel the pace of another
and how I saw his veins lay unsettled
splitting the tensions of the rotating clock
as if to utter some words and remedies
as if to narrate sonnets of the longing peace
but every warmness was ignored
and the tenderness was destroyed
until love became a wrestling field
of unjust manipulation and control
and the playfulness withered
right at the corner of where we played
making those magical connections
of the energetic pull and push
and his essence made me die again
lost in the woods of the sweet dreams
and now we bid,lonely and unwanted
growing yet another notch unknotted