What path in this warren of life,
made you go from affection
in everything you said,
to disdain in your nostalgic eyes?
The promises we uttered,
expecting to keep them for eternity and after;
now dissolved in the acid of your treachery.
Was it just me who had that intention
of never leaving until the end of time
or, were they merely just a game of your deceit?
The mirage of your trust and insistence
of partly carrying my burdens,
as I did for you,
now reduced to ashes
from which an ember lowly emits in its wake.
The very envisage of us being,
that would hush me too a deep repose
on sleepless nights;
now keeping me up until dawn.
Perhaps,
it was my fault
for expecting so much.
For assuming you were
the one friend I'd needed,
in this deep, hollow concept of living.
I suppose what I'm better off with
is a barren version
of the shallow expectations concerning
human existence.
Often times, I reckon,
what would be of us
if we hadn't strayed apart to divergent voyages.
It is as though,
due to the circumstances uncalled
or our fraying nexus of connection,
we just weren't meant to be.
Why did you have to change?
