19

We sat on opposite ends of a round table,
Sipping our coffee with blissful endeavor.
We spoke of days the river flowed with wine
And of nights the curtains were never drawn.
Laughed out loud over broken heels and cracked soles
And pondered over grocery lists forgotten.

But we took sides.
Sides on a round table..
Sides on a circle that meets seamlessly, unhindered.
Rambled & quarrelled with eyes wide shut
And abrogated an agreement made wordlessly.
You thought it was karmic the way we parted on insolent grounds.
I thought it was strange that you voiced it out loud.
Mute was your rebellion. Silence your weapon.
The world your aim and the target, I.

Sleep now behind clouds.
The stars spiral in a helical maze
And swallows dance around the sun
While heaven divides hell.