Dressed grey, she wanted it in black and white,
Equally, her joke was nice, ‘casual messaging’
She typed, ‘it was between us, never serious’,
It was not at all serious, I admitted, checkmate!
No one died. Cell count healthy. ECG Normal.
No abnormal skew in climate change carbon,
Petrol hike mercifully in place before the event,
No stock market zig, nor interest inflation zag,
Some distant galaxy affair, not terrorist attack,
Not about monsoon, nor about farmer suicides.
She had a ‘tendency to mislead’, it continued,
Aha, a handsome couple we would have made,
Her aptitude to mislead, mine to be misled,
No quarrel either on route or the destination.
She waited wordless so long ‘to avoid the hurt’
Letting knife sink inches all those quiet days,
Now ready for that one final thrust to cut neat,
My executioner sitting next to her feeling edge,
I saw last clouds scatter before my final sunset,
But kind even in goodbye, she wished me luck.
Her guilt shutting door fast, much was unsaid,
For instance, words of love received in silence,
The juicy puzzles sent with gaping stars to fill,
Of the winks and those tongues that stuck out,
Her head knew and heart felt and spine sensed,
The gentle emptying of one spirit onto another,
When silence was eloquent and speech baffling,
Thoughts in perfect wedlock with the passions.
Smile, darling, as you whistle your way to bed,
You called me joker once, loved your joke on me.