The Parting

Like insects drawn to the lethal flame,
and a compulsive man to the gambler's game.
Words, meaningless, trudging to an abrupt end,
and boats rudderless, to a shore distant.

Two bodies breathed in close contact,
Impulsive, naïve fools; no plan, no tact.
What was at first, borne of lust and trial,
metamorphosed into actualized desire.

They kissed and slept, and fought and wept,
their born, stretched taut, but passed the test
of times and trifles, hurdles and tribulations,
they braved all with their singular passion.

When the going was tough and path unsure,
separation imminent, closeness endangered,
they vowed of love to be unharmed,
for, of this ill, exists no cure.

Contrary to all logical conjectures,
and the very many words of disparagers,
of cynical world, oh colourless world!
the lovesicks, unfazed, tightened their embrace.

Came many a winter, many a fall,
to ruffle their faith, blew many a gail.
But they clung on, not to mere cellphones,
but the untrammeled trust acquired over years.

And so went on, year after year,
the fabric of intimacy, but showed no wear.
Until, at last, reality caught up,
and the cosmos extinguished what human error could not.

Tears were, yes, spilt, and hearts were bared,
on this very day, the crossroads emerged.
And in 'good sense' died the promising bud,
and the girl turned woman; a man, the boy.