If I were flying high,
You always heaved a sigh.
I was always glad,
Thought you were well-clad.
I was hardly twenty-two,
My dad was pretty anxious too.
Mom was sure it had to be you,
We were friends, so nothing new.
The day you took my hand in yours,
And slid that dainty diamond ring,
I took off on a zillion tours-
Monaco and the lakes of Wyoming.
On nights we met over wine,
You said my cheeks blushed pink,
When you said 'you are mine',
And poured me another drink.
We shed our layers with every sip,
More bare and raw as we lost grip,
Fears, rejections, phobias and hurt,
How many sips before I stained my shirt?
The last layer that I shed before you,
Of the deepest fear I faced as a child-
I felt it could change your view,
That it could make me cry so wild.
Silence ensued as I wiped a tear,
What crept my mind was fear,
Of losing what my heart craved for,
I wouldn't cry if I lost you, I swore.
'Wine is a cleanser', I muttered,
Rubbed my shirt off the steak sauce stain.
My mind was so cluttered,
When you spoke again.
'You went into detention,
Devoid of pretension,
I'd crush under half the weight,
But you didn't settle for fate'.
'My hands were bloody,
Of the hurt I inflicted,
The waters were muddy,
No wonder I was convicted'.
'Your childhood was what you lost,
All you did was leave scars.
"How do you know I scarred him, Frost"?
The eerie silence, deepening scars.
The air around turned familiar,
I pulled back your collar,
There, sat a decade-old scar,
A sight I wish I could unsee.
Silence ensued as I wiped a tear,
What crept my mind was anger,
For sharing the air with a mess,
It had to be your death, nothing less.