They sat under the umbrella
of silent ruminations.
Discussing the weather seemed futile.
She moved a little away
when their breaths started to collide.
He stood up, the fleeting spell broke.
The papers fluttered impatiently,
stapled neatly by the law at work
uncertain, undecided .
Sealing the irregular edges of a broken bond-
To co-exist in distrust, unloved-
better than suicide?
Decisions hung like cobwebs
making weak visions utterly blurred.
The road forked into strange, spewing tongues
hissing , accusing , pricking new wounds
Closeness swallowed by oceans of spite.
The smug cuckoo clock repeated.Now..Now
Anger , unhealed hurt and the offered pen.
-a volatile concoction
Fate lines rubbed out the ‘forever’
from the pledge of life.