No Square One

She had a lump In her throat Voice choked As if Someone had Drained her life Out He could feel Her recent ordeal Listening intently Face turning crimson Heart beating fast As if Someone had Drained his life Out So many similarities So much love Unlike yesterday night With its So many dissimilarities So much ‘lust' With he bent on 'I must' Legal backing Calling it Domestic rape Naturally then Affinities and likes Pegged elsewhere With comforting words And all his care The only bright spots In her failed relationship His only concern ‘Hope she realises it And doesn’t make The cardinal error Of taking his 'So near, yet so far presence' For granted Thus, unwittingly failing Another relationship Because, after all, True love is A committed, silent progress Not a game of chess To be lost or won Going back to square one