Sunday, February 24, 2013

Break up

the ship somewhere lost its way.

he knew what was to happen but took the step.

Time; Tide roared in dark laughter that night.

he held on to a dreaded ringing of the phone.

wreck had neither journey; nor destination.

he wished her to cry; shout on the other line.

emotions had their way of confessions.

her indifferent silence; pierced the cold blade.