Till death do us part

I worry endlessly

about my children

lying stuffed into books and musty diaries

unwilling to spoil the summer air

with their innate gloominess.

Will your hiding places be discovered?

Will you be pulled out trembling

into the bright sunlight

to be examined as evidence

for my alleged eccentricities

once I am no more a bodily barrier

between you and your nemesis?

I do not know but hope

no part of me will  be hanging around

to watch you die

none to love, none you can enthuse

uncherished mites of an unrequited passion

My world was never right for you.

©Reena Prasad 22nd October 2012


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