One of these days
When you walk down a road
Hand in hand with a new person
Making all those whimsical promises
You once showered me with
I want you to bask in your selfishness
And take a step back, literally.
And run back
Run back till the time you don’t find a mirror
And when you do,
Take a lasting, deep look
For as long as you can manage
As long as you stop admiring the way your hair look
And just when you do, look into your eyes
Which stare back at you intently
And ask yourself
How could you live all these years with yourself
When you made over a dozen people question their existence
How can you sleep at night
When you snatched away people’s will to dream
The endless nightmares that end in your name
This realisation won’t come in a day,
It will take you days and months or maybe years
To get past the atrocities you’ve put us,
You’ve become a subject of poetry and prose for me
A person with whom I compare my agony with
When you are making a promise again
Holding hands, pretending to love and feel.
Have some grace for the ground you stand on
Let the wind jostle you up, let the rain wash over you
Like holy water on Satan.
May you soak in sun’s grace before it’s wrath burns you down.