Buried Love

He is sleeping in my bed unsuspecting, As I sneak out the back door again. I stalk across the dimly lit garden, Stricken with guilt, remorse, heart-piercing pain. Even during blissful moments in his arms, Your face flickers in the reflection in his eyes. I close mine only to see your face again, In the blackness, dark as night skies. How can I be happy with someone else, When thoughts of you haunt me, asleep or awake? How can I smile up at him, When its your features I'm trying to remake? Even though he makes me happy, Its nothing compared to the joy you brought me. I start the car and stare at the lucky charm, Remembering when you said, my happiness it will guarantee. I guess it never did work, Because now I'm sitting in this empty car, Wondering how things could have gone this wrong, When we had promised stay together upon a solitary star. I'm driving down the familiar road, Wishing an accident would take away this pain. Better a quick unfortunate incident, Than a slow death, plagued by guilt, going a little insane. Walking through the wrought iron gates, I cant help remembering the many times I've sneaked out. Each time I reach the graveled path, If you're worth the trouble, I doubt. But I cant help stalking out the house, You've become my obsession, my pilgrimage. Praying silently he never finds about you, For I'm sure he'll have me put in a cage. I feel the steady calm rising as I near you, Your voice is in the wind, the rustle of the leaves. I can hear my heart beat in my ears, I move to your headstone among the other graves. As usual I trace the engraved heart, Let a few tears slip and lie down on your cover. Wishing the block of marble between would disappear and so, For the last time I could see my sunshine, my one true lover. - Miliya Parveen