UNTWINED
When the string’s untwined
And you’ve unravelled every thread,
Untied every knot;
The way
The waft and weft
Were wed,
Til there’s no mystery
In the tapestry
Everything’s been said.
You’re at the end of a story
Where relationship
Is dead.
Hung in the comfort zone
Suspended by force of habit;
Staring at the headlights
Like a startled rabbit.
You’ve seen the moment thundering
But lacked the will to grab it.
Now finally as the monster rears
You’ve no courage left to stab it.
OPHER 12.9.99
Many relationships run their course. They start full of promise for eternity, with minds charged by endorphins and gradually disintegrate into scenes fuelled by adrenaline.
The ebb and flow create a difficult choice. No sooner have you gathered your determination than you reconnect for an afternoon of bliss.
It is always shades of grey. Perhaps is the saddest word.
Time and time again you make the decision only to see it melt as the moment approaches.
The moment for ending a once good relationship is always full of regrets.