Peace Part III

The conversation I had with a friend today went in the direction of little to say. It seems her stride truly caught my eye, but then I asked the question why. Why her, and if her why now, perplexed was the furrowed look on my brow. I merely wanted to rest and listen for a while, stare at her smile, resist my denial, understand the voice prompting withdrawal. Poison tastes sweet, its harm hidden in the charm of its chalice, while malice and discontent stain the vessel amidst the tussle betwixt my honor, my shame.

I found myself missing what I hated, disgusted with what I loved. Abandoned by what I honored, and worshipped for their game. This all because I heard a name, one that once brought a tear to my face, but now leaves my head hung in disgrace. She merely passed me with the cloud o'erhead, that lasted longer than my dread. I said goodbye today to that nefarious fiend, and notorious foe, my promised windfall, my missing admirer. If you tell me that hope is free of constraints, I tell you show me a boat that moves with no sails.