As it sank in the daughter,
She dug up a thing from deep inside.
“if I may ask you dear mother,
something you’ve always tried to hide.
why father moved away from you
why couldn’t you two together stay
did he make it too difficult for you
or was it just the other way?”
she wetted her throat once more
wryly looked her daughter in the eye
“would you please fill another pour,
to make sure I don’t lie?
I thought I loved him, my summer’s first rain,
My burning heart’s balm, among all other men
Madly I went for him, good at love that he was,
You can call it infatuation, a woman’s first crush,
As long as the storm raged, the fire had me ablaze,
I rode like a horseman in that blinding rain’s daze,
But once it passed and I woke up to real life
We were no more lovers but just husband and wife.
You would know it daughter, it’s only an instance
Before the passions dry up, evaporates the romance,
Under their layers I found him just another guy,
I couldn’t live for him nor for him could I die”.
The daughter fell silent not knowing what to say
She hasn’t seen her father who she dreams to this day
The mother poured herself another in the dimming light
The daughter saw herself receding into a darkly strange night.