LOVE AT CROSSROADS
LOVE AT CROSSROADS
She had had enough and wouldn’t be afraid to do it again;
This time even if it meant to lose me.
She said; ‘where would you take me you who wouldn’t fruit my womb.’
Nowhere I thought, and why; was painful and hurting as any slicing hurt tongue.
She was bitter and I was furious I made statements ailed by lack of courtesy;
I was hurting.
I said; that’s fine maybe you may never see where I would just you go on.
Weeks passed and we couldn’t speak, we thought, as we lost sight of each other
While our traces engraved in our hungry minds and unforgiving memory,
It was not official but she knew it was over and out
I went cold but still after forever;
she said; ‘why did you ask for me.’
I said; ‘I didn’t’
She said; ‘you liar you broke me off your heart’
A heart she hurt much that she could remember hers I couldn’t say that; the same heart wouldn’t let her get hurt.
Then we touched and then we trembled together as eyes met and I felt that freeze feeling; cold and exciting.
She said; ‘I feel the charge through me still, do you?’
I did the; fire to be exact.
We couldn’t talk of the recent past though, we always couldn’t, this time it did good than bad.
I said; ‘why wouldn’t you tell me you love me I keep saying it just to bid you return my words.’
She said; ‘I’m afraid’
I said; ‘but do you?’
She said; ‘yes!’
But she turned tough, impenetrable, incoherent and cold to all my efforts to make her smile.
Then amidst the search of finding her rolling-away love she throw a rope and pulled me to her heart,
All my mystery of how I felt connected to her more than ever was interpreted.
It was blood that fused us, bonded our souls together against the pessimism of our minds.
We couldn’t avoid it. Then I heard her;
She said; ‘I’m not keeping it.'
I said; ‘yes you are.’
But she was serious determined and focused; it was for her future, she claimed
She made it happen promising it won’t change things between us.
She was following the path of her future tinted with portrait of redundant culture designed by her folks.
She looked forward but couldn’t let go my hand.
She couldn’t let another have me
She couldn’t let me go, just like I was trying not to
She said I love you while she’s with another,
I said I love you too with tears rolling back to my rumbling stomach,
‘what should I do?’ I said…
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