Oh lover of mine, it’s now my time to muse.
A little too late, glorious memories escaping in vivid hues…
When I described to you, your immense measure
I painted you as paints seeping through, dominating pleasure
I am the anticlimax of our love story
I am the silence between each breathless confession
I am the repetition of all your past torments
Hurried words you blowed into my ear
A conniver’s kiss that dragged you into a world of self doubts
Troubled, plunging abyss beyond what is yours to measure
The tale has ended, the actors disperse
Curtains tear down, lights turn out
I cannot make out your face in the crowd.