Retrace

Perhaps we just related at cross purposes.

I built a world where you stood central while I fringed yours.

Kindness a relative fancy you offered to any passer by while I mistook ordinary gestures with a special light.

I fail to understand coldness to sentiment.

I hurt within for every step I tried taking forward you pushed two back.

I do not see in my euphoric bonding that nothing existed outside of a world self created.

It hits me hardest when I realise you walked past just to prove my dream wrong.

I feel humiliation and a guiltless shame engulf me.

I taste with a sense of finality the coldness of your gesture.

I push back a sense of womanhood that had been dormant until I met you.

I begin to retrace my steps back to where you took me away from.

I know I shall never return again.