I never lost love,
Love lost to me.
I reasoned far too much, it said
and where reason is, I cannot be.
Ignorant, were you?
or Apathy?
It smiles it's teasing ,sardonic.
it says am far too hedonistic
It bubbles a lighter vein again,
and chants 'You lost' like a refrain.
I'll ignore it, even fake pity
The bravado of the losing,
it could be.
I stifle it's sobs and it's hoarse cries
looking at it's loud, banging demise.
It accused me of being too callous
It said that I was a selfish being,
Too high headed, bit reckless
and then it admitted to foreseeing.
I had to put a devious smile
chant a few curses,
and stare a while
batting my eyelids in innocence.
I feigned my bit of nonchalance.
I turned my face as it fell,
fearing cascades of tears may swell,
It died, is dead, whimpered screams
and now I think it's been redeemed
I diminished it to it's spirit,
Resting all it's ghosts with it.
I'll live, I'll exist well at least,
the last bit of act I pulled to my fete.
I'll bury the ashes (NO!) they were burnt .
and keep it vaulted,the secret urn.
but no echoes, no hollow frames.
I can reason beyond mundanes.
Dead, it's dead, a dead silence
and no hint of it's askance.
and they ask me' Love', have you ever been?
and I say," never heard or seen."
