And its indescribable

And its indescribable

Seems like the end itself

Became the startling line

At least for me, it is.

I’ve been unapologetic before,

But this time am forced to,

Or it’d be nothing,

At such an intesity, pretention vaporates.

“Didn’t know being blamed

Can feel so nice“, I read,

And it could’ve been

The end of the world,

Or it could go on forever,

I’ve had enough in those lines…

Someone had quit watching

In the middle of a movie, after the scene

From ‘an officer and a gentleman’,

Debra Winger’s forlorn look,

With her hands on the pockets

Of an old housecoat,…

As I closed the outer world with a blanket, 

Told the surprised room partner

A Ghazhal singer on the next bed,

That one look is enough,

Even from a motel TV set…

That singer made it into an anecdote

To share with friends the next day;

I was that someone with

A proud smile despite labeled romantic

As I stood in that cheery group;

But now detect derision

In that sepia printed nostalgia

Embedded in my memory

I have the real thing now,

And quit in the middle

To sleep off again…