Born To Say Goodbye
He was still breathing,
but they did not hear his sighs.
His heart was shivering,
but they did not see it trembling.
His body was on fire,
but they did not feel the heat.
His tongue spoke,
but they did not know his words.
Her perfume still lingered,
but her image was now a distant silhouette -
a figment of dark pigment, haunting his mind.
Maybe infertile seeds,
were the reason for her vulnerability.
Maybe his adolescence,
struggled to understand her delinquency.
There was no explanation for the voices,
as demons had disturbed her existence.
Nobody understood.. Not even he.
Who was confused to why she let them in.
He always remembered vividly,
he could not stop her blood from flowing,
nor did his kiss of life save the day.
Songs from that era,
haunted him for decades.
Too bitter to shed public tears,
he constantly cried in his sleep.
Till the day he forgot to cry,
motionless, he felt nothing.
If only he had listened to his conscience:
Because right from the start,
she was born to break his heart.
Simple musing
Silent One
5 March 2018
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