A Surreal Life

He hold my hand. To cross the road. I rejoiced. The next day. He hold his wife. I was alone on the road. I smiled and waved him. Thanku... In a low voice he said. She after all she. I couldn't say. I understand. I failed to Smile. He rose in anger. And kissed her forehead. I cried and said m sorry. He smiled and said gudbye. I returned my room. And made lines on my hand. Once he took to protect.... Blood spread on the bed. But my heart never stopped. I live as an irony. With false promises and real situations,