The sun kissed the sky much in the way
he once did his wife; Its loving embrace
punched through the grey cumulous clouds.
A leaden sky stretching wide with rain tumbling down.
The pummelling shower washed over his skin
as cold and insistent as the words spoken to him.
***
“Why don’t you admit it?” Her eyes met with his own
in an expression that scolded beneath its redolent glow.
You could sense the ferociousness etched in her gaze
both incandescent with rage and set to explode.
Her eyes were embers that smouldered with white-hot intensity
and bright spots that fired off a high toxic energy.
His wife was the centrepiece his world revolved around
The earth had all but ground to a standstill as it turned before her scowl.
A burning ball of boundless blistering beige
simmering scathingly. “I didn’t,” he braved
before finishing saying “ever mean to hurt you. Trust me.”
The words enough to see her burning up until a surge erupted
in an outburst destructive enough to leave nothing untouched.
Bubbling thunderously “TRUST
YOU?!” she flared up as he stood,
coloured a blood-orange, burning with an anger for days
the wrath of betrayal as concentrated as electromagnetic rays.
She shadowed him daily, following his every waking move,
even pressed his favourite suit before he left the day she knew.
The threads were graced with new holes where the pockets attached
so when the change fell through, he’d know he wanted it back.
He promised his hand in marriage, even wore the wedding ring
when he tore up everything the day he sought a petty fling.
Their shores were set adrift amongst the earth and the stars
an unjust affair of the heart only pushed them further apart.
Where once she served as his guardian, a beacon of light,
gleaming so brightly as to encourage him to reach for the skies.
A bleaker horizon beckoned now the truth was out instead
and his ball and chain sure became a noose around his neck.
She drew him to the depths of despair showing him no mercy
so with the emergence of a new Dawn;
I hope that she was worth it.