[POEM TWO]
COLLISION.
She knew he
wasn’t going to come back.
Not today.
And the frail
bird who always lives in the window of her room.
He doesn’t sing
anymore.
He ran out of
joy.
And sadness was
their way of life now.
They played the
game like they were toys.
But they will
never be the bride and the groom.
She can realise
that now.
So she is wasting
her time.
With her head
mulling over the absolute mess.
Watching the
stars shine.
What a fool little girl!
