Monday, July 12, 2010

Grief


I am now,
A betrayer of the past
that I ought to be faithful to
and
A slave of the misgiving present.

Because, eventhough
we are so-close-yet-so-far
in this 'the longest period'
that we have lived together
after nearly a decade of solitude,

The
conversations between me and you
is a festering wound...
My words, the oozing pus,
an outcome of the tussle, between
our forgotten past
and
the unforgiving present.

And often and everytime,
I wish I could be sweeter to you
overlooking your inabilities
to foster the beautiful kinship
that is now an almost was...