Demarcation

And you went away,

Just like that.

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No letter, no word,

No call to tell me why.

It’s been a year and a half,

But it wasn’t a lonely ride.

While I painted,

While I sang,

I felt your eyes on me,

Your playful smile croon to me.

I lived,

For I was hopeful

You’ll come back.                  

But I know it better now.

Apologies, excuses, justifications –

I’m past all of that.

There is no olive branch.

There are no white shadows. 

Now there are lines I’ve drawn,
There and there and there.
I belong not to our memories,
but to some place divine.

The snakes of distrust
Don't bother me now.
I walk my way
Alone.

Written for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, A Word with Laurie.