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they say forgive and forget

remember and hold to account

seems to be frowned upon

and memorable events take a while

to manifest digest and process 

narratives change with the core

at every reason and heart


‘everything is wrong and it is all your fault

what exactly you will have to find out yourself

I will put our relationship into a drawer

and possibly open it again once you …’

have changed to her wishes?

relinquished any meaningful part in the drama?

conceded to her perfidious pantomime?

are totally broken?


‘you claimed that one cannot talk to a depressed one

but were you not projecting your discontent?’


years on the metaphorical couch

like a spider in a cobweb of distrust

attempting to just pull one string

breaking at rock bottom

with someone else throwing rocks

from a fortress of a glass house

accusations lies silence pretense of innocence 

and turning children against him

he walked a difficult path

many a time running on empty


but eventually it turned out to be

the best thing that could happen

and he found new love

made peace with his offspring

invested in kindness and compassion

now lives with his lover and soulmate


chapters however can only be closed

when the epilogue has been written

when the spine of the book

stands upright in truth


for years he maintained that she

could not have done any better

did not cope with her own crisis

and he absolved her from further critique


the protagonist eventually found his voice

He has become I and I lay to rest

my memories of that evil malignant

and greedy  you chose to become

it was you who tore me apart

and watched with satisfaction

when I became vulnerable and depressed

discredit where discredit is you


it is not about settling score

or spread sheets of retribution

simple honesty will do and

I don’t have to be nice

because poems understand

and refrain from judging the writer


but deep in my soul I do not care

that you have turned lonely and bitter

because while I am privy to 

exquisite satisfied pleasure

you made your bed 

and that is empty for a reason

trying to hack out my eyes and essence

made me spread my wings joyfully

and you are an old haggard crow

merely feeding on crumbs


05th August 2021
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