It was just a thought,
The apology I never got,
The agony of secrecy with which you mock
Lit in me a fire that refuse to die.
As thoughts kept walking,
My mind painted your face, of momentary guilt,
Perhaps it was there, but I missed
To myself I continued to lie.
Thoughts started running,
On rules of the game,
Score on pretense and penalty for shame
Nobody kept score but surely its not a tie?
Thoughts took flight
I see you running,
Causing a storm of sand to your trail
The veracity of the wind, rose and crashed
With my expectations in the grave.
-Tahiya
