Separate Ways
I wrote this sonnet about a month back but it was never published live to the world. I guess I lacked the courage then as I thought maybe we could still start afresh.
But it’s impossible to sweep issues under the carpet and pretend they never happened. I don’t want to be unhappy for the rest of my life. I don’t want to be trapped in a loveless relationship. I’m not so noble to be able to forgive and forget. I am tired of all the quarrels. I want my freedom. I need order to be restored. Since I chose to intiate the breakup, I think it’s also time for this one-month old sonnet to see the light of day.
‘Separate Ways’ sums up neatly what my feelings were then and now. I have closed this chapter of my life. It’s time to move on. Send me your love, world!
Separate Ways
After all that you have done or not done,
what’s the use of saying so much right now?
It is pointless, futile, useless, too late.
Cherished you not what once belonged to you.
Taking people and all things for granted…
Adding drama as and when you fancied…
Starting quarrels when you felt so bitchy…
Sleeping around when you were damn horny…
Messing up my life – to you that’s easy!
Yet you claim you don’t know what you did wrong.
It’s a case of too much too late right now.
I have nothing more that I want to say.
Words are really truly superfluous.
It’s best we go our separate ways.
Lionel L
(8 Mar 09)
