The Guilt
Aloof on the roof
I think, I brood
My story, My life
Of my love, Of my wife
I still remember the day, it was pleasant and hay
The first date with my soulmate
I lay my heart bare, a feeling so rare
Hand in hand, heart in heart
We felt happy, we felt complete
With else blurred, no place for a third
Until the day I hope had never dawned
A girl irrupted with a magic wand
Wearing white, adorning precious pearls
The sight of her made my heart swirl
At first I shun, terming it as fun
It seemed like a mere infatuation
Soon it would subside
Without an alarm, a turbulent storm
Stronger grew my affection
She soon became my obsession
Love for her immersed my heart
With no remorse, whom I adore
I abjured existing bonds
There was love in those eyes
No matter how much she hides
But alas, she wore the mask
Refused to requite my love
Said she “My hands are tied”
I know she bluntly lied
For she thought it would be slight
To build our future at someone’s plight
She silently planned her egress
Slow and steady, for I wasn’t ready
She first changed her address
And then began to regress
Our paths drifted apart
Tied by a soulful bond
I could feel her pain
Though we continued our journey in separate lanes
Time flew by, I rebuilt ties with my old one
I made her realize, I should have been wise
She agreed, my guilt freed
Promising to erase every ounce of my midway halt
For the misery it had brought
At last we were back to where we left
Through highs and lows, we took the vows
Together for life, Husband and Wife
While the soulful bond was lost at last
Drowned somewhere in my bitter past
Until this day life struck again
I was made aware of her befallen agony
My treasured one was shattered
She again started to matter
I felt sad for I could empathize
The chasm of separation
Coupled with the many threads of pain
Unable to hold any longer
Now feelings with greater vigor
I could no more fool my heart
Into believing she was part
Of my long forgotten past
I picked up the phone and made the call
Her voice was weak, she sounded bleak
Her soft sobs she couldn’t hold back
I knew her distress, she need not profess
I felt relieved but was filled with grief
The grief of the guilt
The guilt of the grief
To be continued…
