Beginning and End

As she walked to the door
More than ever before
He felt alone.
He wished for a crack in the floor
To swallow him up, or
A bolt from the blue
To crush up his bones
and build him anew.
He followed her feet ‘cross the black and white tiles,
His heart pounded fast – the distance seemed miles
From table to door
as her feet crossed the floor
carrying legs, torso, hair,
But no longer there
was the woman he’d loved.
With each step a new world grew
Where a strong – minded woman might start anew.
The loss of a man she’d thought she knew
grew in her throat.
She forced the sobs down
And prepared to step into the rain – cleansed town
Where road and roof shone, vital and fresh.
Her brown eyes glistened – no longer enmeshed
in his lies.
Each just a “blip” –
together a picture of callous treachery.
Her anger grew richer.
Pulsed like the hot blood in her veins
She thought it would kill her or drive her insane.
So she held it within,
A taught – springed gun,
With sensitive trigger and bullet for one.
She didn’t look back as she stepped through the door –
He suddenly jumped and ran ‘cross the floor.
He called out her name –
Cries lost in the rain.
He still didn’t see all the torment and pain.
He had tried to reduce her to just a possession
his obsession, a lesson
But she beat her “depression”
When she saw what was rotten
in a man’s secret longing
for a wife he could treat like a maid.

Beginning and End

Robert Burton

London, United Kingdom

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Break -up, or beginnings and endings…

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