He stood across her, staring in unrefined neglect
Past deeds surfacing, their needs not yet met
“If only”, he thought, let me proceed in unbridled direct
But she was gone, in another’s arm of creed and passion bereft!
Tis what they call another fundamental historic peck?
No signs of remorse, something he so longed to see
Blinded was she, hanging on to her partner’s sleeve
Not even a glance shed in his direction
This marking the beginning of his self-created affliction!
A poem by © CHRISELDA BARRETTO