The Sacred Dagger

As I lie on my bed
a single thought runs through my mind
Something she once asked me
which went unanswered
'Have I changed'?
"No you have not,
probably,you have"
Do I know?
Did I ever know?
Consumed by this thought,
I fell asleep.
Now I wait for her,
thinking deep.
Who do you think of,in our hour long conversation?
Why is there so much consternation.
What story are you going to concoct next?
Chicanery is what I expect.
Am I being lured into some bloody bait;
Or is it a part of the game,
This forlorn wait.
When I have my answers,
I shall move forth
Only into darkness,into wilderness
into further loneliness.
Then I hear your footsteps,prancing towards me
Elated I am,now happy and glee
As you move close,I study that spasm on your face
I observe those breasts,rising and falling
now loosing pace.
I flung open my arms to get my due,

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Silence is what we talk amidst,
And then silence prevails.
This silence is what i want to feel,
Unattended wounds that her touch can heal.
Words follow, but miserably fail
And in my coffin i sense the final nail.
I struggle for thoughts,for words,for movements
While the other end lies unperturbed.
Silence fills the gap between my pain
It's been long,i've been longing in vain
Are you the same i once knew
Or an imposter in this world of self
Inactivity takes over, and my answer remains due.
Amused at such rigidity of heart
Solitary i suffocate and smart
Break 'o' break open these shackles-I confront
Yet she remains completely inert.
What follows then is silence
Silence prevails.................