pensive –

hypocritically – contrite –

you stand alone,

a bastion of solitude in a sea of outstretched hands…

demure in your self-proclaimed in-culpability.

astonishingly – obtuse.

devoid of even a trace of empathy,

i watch as you bask in your

self-righteous piety –

seemingly unaware of the absurdity –

oblivious of your own flagrant nonentity!

you hide behind your – suppose –

as if it were a shroud,

seemingly unaware of the audacity –

imposed by your flagrant transparency…

how awkward –

meeting here like this –

exposing all my is,

to find it wasted effort to your – presume!

when did the lines become so blurred?

boundaries,

redefined?

we used to travel the same path –

shared the same – once upon a time…

dangling now –

contemplating the letting go –

while you callously take flight on wings of indifference.

surely there is no sadness more intense

than dying –

without death!

the structure of life –

is flimsy at best –

walls constructed in haste –

simple monuments defining space –

ownership –

so too –

relationships…

dwellings meant to house hearts,

cells for souls pursuing similar goals.

invariably –

the wind blows,

and without the slightest hesitation,

walls come tumbling down…

listen!

can you hear the sound reality makes?

a broken heart,

crying in the night –

starlight dying in the dawn –

and rain,

a melancholy finale – to sorrows pain…