As the hourglass is imagined into realism,
The sands of fine grain fall endless movements of time,
This becomes the mountain of time, of which is put into life,
Then life that goes on and on, until a heartbeat, stops to death.
Yet, for life to live forever more,
There has to be complete trust and love between two people.
The walls must be thick so no accusation is made,
To accuse me of being at our home, with someone else.
To be questioned as to why and how do I know of two plastic containers?
Appearing in cupboards that have just been cleaned.
To be called a liar because I replied, ‘I don’t know!’
Not even to be asked nicely, ‘What Happened while was gone?’
‘No’, not a kind word, so she not received one from me,
Although temper of one kind was followed by silentness.
Just about two lines were said in that time,
Where I was accused of a liar. She didn’t want to talk too.
As I am asked not to touch her,
As I am asked not to kiss her,
As I am the one who is supposed to suffer!
Suffer the pain of my life ignoring me,
Yet I awake in the morn to have a cup of coffee,
To be asked who was with m, yesterday morn,
I walked away in disgust, not to be trusted.
Especially when she finds a receipt, which shocks what I bought,
Of which I have nothing to hide in these items,
To which she went through my wallet and our desk,
Without asking me what had happened, did I go shopping?
I know something, I am wrong with things I’ve done,
I also know that this time is not my entire fault,
I will take the blame for not answering properly back to Nirmala’,
But there’s a reason behind reason, of doing what I’ve done.
And for once, I will not apologize first,
Like I always have been doing to her,
I will wait until she apologizes to me,
And then it will be for me to apologize to her.
We may seem like we are playing childish games,
But these are early days of our happy marriage years,
To be quiet and shameful of sudden silentness,
To wait the moment of truthfulness and thankfulness.
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