It hangs

In the balance between

You and I

The empty air of silence

All those words left unsaid,

about the elephant,

and whose room he’s in, and why?

Tiny pockets crammed with conviction

Suit jackets lined with lies.

Yet still, we tiptoe

Between discarded clothes and comments

Barbed by hatred, hidden by love.

Such fickle creatures

We live by the moonlight of tenacity.





The Bugbear of Familiarity

Things will change with the familiarity

You will change..

Your biggest fear back then

So big you could push away my love

Reject my declaration, my proposal

All based on a fear of change

Yet years down the line,

and now you see.

I have not changed

Yet this only infuriates you

All the more