Tragedy In Black
Harmless words carelessly scripted
Black letters staring at my face
From a page half torn out of a diary
The diary I gifted him on his birthday.
I could see his fingers tighten on the pen
As he made the curly letter ‘s’
When he signed his name
But the ink was blotted there from a drop of tear.
For the eighteenth time that day
I traced the letters on his name
Obsession is a funny thing
It takes over when all else is over.
But I think I saw the letter
Before I opened the door
Because when jealousy starts stemming in the heart
Windows are the only escape.
((16 August 2015))
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