It was by chance indeed
That it came there
A tiny seed full of hopes
And dreams and promises
to come out alive someday
To burgeon and thrive with the greenest green
To blossom in all its glory
Waiting for the spring to come
Only if the rains had showered
Only if promises were kept...
But then,
Winter arrived.
She doesn’t have his name,
Doesn’t need it
And doesn’t know if she loves him
Or hates him for this
She has things, possessions
Expensive and exquisite
Better than what his ‘better half’ has
He doesn’t posses her
He knows it too
It was always her way or the highway
He prefers it her way
Always in the dark
She speaks from the shadows
(When she does speak at all)
No one knocks on her door
No one calls in for a visit
There wouldn’t be any kitty parties for her
No homework to be helped with
And doesn’t know if she loves him
Or hates him for this
He goes to his ‘home’ almost every night
But makes sure she is kept well
She is… she is
And doesn’t know if she loves him
Or hates him for this.
