Thief of sympathy.
Corkscrew to my very soul.
Dry tears mask intent.
Heavier the weight of silent silence.
Intricately, laboriously knitted lace of abstinence drawn together.
Settled, dusted, unused cobwebs.
Taller grows the grass.
Deeper smiles crease my face.
Feline… complacent outstretched claws.
Spots that never change.
Glen Viljoen 2007