sgnirtS evreN

From campus to cafeteria the wind of anxiety and woe fogged a feminine soul
Sharp words trickled from familiar lips to prepare for future reservations
The wind of silence swept and clung to clear nostrils
Oblivious to the fact that those things new will soon wither old!

Fidget... fradget ...fridget...fradget
Silence!...the one medium which defined us
Now poisonous... as the snap and fray of strings
Dwindled to an eventful habit...fidget
Once more in eerie murmurings I’m bitingly fearful
Of the being in focus

Your appearance was as blurred as your speech...
For after the utterance of “SAVOUR”
I had a gleam of hope and I surrendered to autobiographic detail
Detail I longed to tell you from the very beginning!!
but nothing had prepared me for this baffling bit
which threw my senses in a complete fit and curtailed the evening disgustingly SOUR

From blurred to in explicable you grew to me
Why didn’t you just tell me as it should be?
How am I to fathom in a moment like this
that the “SEVER” you said wasn’t the SAVOUR I heard?
How am I to take the SEVER you said and
rest......... peacefully in bed?

I simmered not in anger but in haste
for events outward became inward
Only to continue the fog of discomfort
Beginning to think my confusion was shared
When you dared not consult “HE” who declared!

In my moments of solitude I prayed for us...for you
You must have known the outcome
If you failed to do
For the task at hand wasn’t one of delicacy... may-be... that way for some
I’m disappointed... for you filled me up...and didn’t bother to notice
what was in your “cup”

I’ve grown weary to your way; idiosyncratic
To recline n sublime to the misfortune of two
I WAS REKLINDLING THE FLAME OF....(I’M SURE YOU KNEW)
For nothing good is acquired easily
I can only wish you well...
I hope, from the bottom of my heart, that your future “incline”
would not be done...similarly.