An Impasse Chosen

An impasse,
a wall construed to look no further,
to languish in the difference that seems to imply a parting,
when trust is smarting from the abuse,
and blinkered views imbue the dying flesh.
Love has not failed us,
not I the reason for your one-eyed affront,
its you alone in challenge to our dream,
the hidden truths that stream like torrents
from your mind, and it appears your future set.
This impasse is your stubborn posture,
your mind unmoved by truth or fantasy,
just something you must do, regardless,
and I the damage blamed in reality,
not a choice you choose to adhere.
Blinded by glacial feelings,
emotions gleaned for confrontations attire,
and those soft eyes I knew, now lost in pools
of distant mire, buried deep in purpose,
and I the regret of some lost esteem.
This end you choose,
life cut short like a malicious curse,
an inevitable disease, a predilection worse,
and that belief you uphold, for composure,
those comfort lies to keep you warm at night.
I see through those glassy eyes,
lost pools of a betraying mind,
and hurting you are, for all you think you must do,
and later in your quiet place, the shock will hit you too,
but resolution shall never heal.
When we decide, truth stands aside,
and the world somehow aligns
for us to play our cards and suspend reality,
for the harsh reproach is a causality
of a venting soul, wanting to move on, to find its whole.
How blind we are, to our inner most workings,
so delusional in seeing,
it is rare that change is a smooth transition,
in love endings are almost always an attrition,
an acidic festering of time undressed, and we bereft.
You stepped away,
and in the pain of your own undertaking,
lamented not the years lost, just fashioned
a lie to comfort, to blame and move on,
and that was your mistake,
love doesn’t just wither from one ache.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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