I left her crying,
the silence was huge, it hovered in every corner of our small rental house,
my thoughts were at peace, but my heart was shattered,
the mind does the thinking but the heart feels the pain,
thinking she is still crying, thinking she will not let go soon,
thinking about the lost laughs, smiles and the wifey jokes she does,
this kind of love is bad, the love where joy is kept aside and weirdness roams,
when you want to be funny but you notice her lips aren’t the same they usually are,
i hate this kind of love,
sprinkle the normalcy back, but who is to do that?
a fight not forced by bad intentions,
rather forced by a bad move that tickled the negative side, and it laughed,
it’s still laughing and the positive side is sad,
my dear wife,
i don’t like the new you,
the sad you, the serious you,
come back to normal, the change is not for me,
a fight with my wife,
a fight with my heart,
a fight with the happy me.
Dark hands 