The blackboard

I often ask myself when
When it was that it started to end
My greatest fear realized
Clouded judgement
Forgiveness , loyalty ,
Love
Like a wand made out of porcelain
Chalk
Filling the blackboard with memories
Moments , blocks , and bricks
That formed the horizon that was
"Us "
For everything my love , is , was
You
But slowly ,
The wings of chaos makes its presence
Unveiling what lay beneath my love stuck conscious ...
Maybe it was the time you lied to me for the very first time ?
Maybe it was when you were unfaithful ?
The only loyalty you showed was for your own self preservation
Instance by Instance ,
The pieces of the picture nullified,
Erased .
All the un answered odes
Empty calls
Under appreciation ,, met with a pre occupied heart
Or a wintry response
Slowly the slate surface of the blackboard pushes through the cloudy remnants if the "rubbed out"moments we had
Forgiveness , met with a cold heart
And a pile  empty sorry's
For her heart, has become as hard, and cool as the blackboard itself
And now it is an ashen pile of clouds
A remnant trail from the eraser
As " we"
Slowly faded away .......