Pencil & Watercolour on Hahnemuhle Aquarelle mat paper 450 gsm
12” X 9”
And then there is that cruel moment when you know that you were so terribly mistaken.
It was not love he gave you… it was just kindness;
It was not tenderness he felt… it was the need to be needed;
It was not togetherness he aspired… but a temporary coupling of bodies.
How beautiful it was that first glance… how cruel is this dismissal;
How deep I read his eyes… how foolish not to have seen the warning.
So now I go mend. I scurry under that rock of lineless.
Try to scrub away this dirty, used feeling.
Go slink in the shadows and make myself insignificant.
For it is only temporary, I know.
The sun still shines but it does not penetrate to my core;
It does not soften the clenched fist filling my chest with angst.
The Jasmine loses half its perfume when it is only shared alone.
Can one die just enough till the pain is all gone…
Or must it be endured till experience reduces emotion down to judging prospects?
But is it too rough and jagged a wound and yet it was not my first;
And probably will not be my last.