Romancipation iiPosted: August 10, 2015
I wonder if you ever found a love equal to, or greater than, that you once proclaimed for me
but I suppose you were right when you said I was too preoccupied with words
and yet in action – you forsook the very man you had moulded me into…
now tell me, beautiful!
isn’t love fickle
as fiction and riddle
like a ripple in a pond
or an impression upon consciousness?
in our world where bonds are breakable
and trust is a precondition for happiness
despite feelings never remaining in situ
unless by decree
© Heath Muchena, 2015