You perhaps didn’t hear me right
when last time we met
your words said not
what your body spoke
waiting for those sounds
to tumble down your lips
I heaved a sigh
let down a lock
shed a few tears
in silence then I prayed
reached out to you
love, as usual though
you were lost in your jargon
I guess you didn’t notice
when I left, how and what I left behind
actually it was nothing
let me be honest, I had carried away my pride
a bit of sunshine and loads of surplus laughter
until you turned away
no, until I walked away!
when the song is over
it doesn’t matter who walks away the first, or does it?
but thank you, from the bottom of my soul
you have been a teacher nonpareil
your lessons have been lasting
your methods though devastating
keep this bouquet, it sings, stings?!
PS: Thank those who are harsh for they are kind.