I walked
into a place
It was beautiful and breezy and held no threats
It was
different from the places I had been- Hope, Positivity, Expectation
It was
different yet familiar
I had been
here before through someone else’s heart
She laughed
once, she loved, she hoped
She glowed
and it was easy to desire what she was
To want to
be where she stood, to long for what she had
Then
without notice, the light dimmed
With no
warning it went out
And we were
left standing in the dark
And
somehow it feels like I wasn’t there when it went out
The thin
line between reality and pretence blurred
She had
become tired; she had forgot someone was watching
Waiting for
the light in her eyes to come back on
Waiting for
the ‘well clad’ red lips to curve into a wide genuine smile
Waiting for
the almost perfectly carved eyebrow to shoot up in total amazement
What happened?
I looked
up and about and I was alone
She had
left me alone.
She had
nothing to show me so she drifted away when I looked at the ground for a second
So I chased
shadows
Shadows that
led me to Cynicism Avenue
I glide
through the streets and corners
I know
some of the neighbors- Bitterness, Anger, Resentment, Sarcasm, and Pride
I don’t take
offers to give any form of explanation for where I’m coming from
I have no
scars to show, I’m skilled at concealing
I’ve been
here before
It’s
really comfortable here and I’m beginning to like it.
