Lament

Pavithra Krishnamurthy at 8:38am on 26 March 2010

I know not
Whether to lament
The loss
Of a friend
Or commend
Your ambition.

Denuded, defenceless
You stand before me
Your missives—
Words, mails and letters,
Darting slyly,
Weaving tangled webs
Behind veiled eyes.

Shuttered,
Buttressed , reinforced windows.
As your lips
Part in strange whispers
Singing a tune
Your heart won’t strum.

"No faith,"
The drum
Of your heart
Cries out,
"I have to protect mine own".

And the strange tune
Lilting,
Hums
Sawing
The anticipation
Of a promised future.

Togetherness and plenty
Flit easily across the lawn
And old patience pauses
Watching.
The tide of words
Rise and fall.

The cadence
Putting
The final nail
In the coffin
Of our friendship.