Dancing to Static

Do you even remember what it was then?

The nights were long and lonely when,

You cried alone for a beating heart,

That was dead and bleeding yet moving but,

The bed was cold and the pillow bereft.

When the dream you had was gone and left,

In the arm of another woman and the lies,

Were a river that did not cease the ‘Whys’.

He promised you a garden abode.

He took the reins of the horse you rode.

You believed him when you wore his ring.

Never knew it the prelude to suffering.

And he cheated and he lied and he did hit you,

So hard you almost lost your child.  You knew

It could not go on and then he was gone

With no trace but bills and bankruptcy and a son.

Did you remember the stories and the tales and the rumours?

And then the SMS-es and the messages and the pictures?

Of another woman and another life and another world?

You were everything less in his eyes, not a wife but a girl?

When you lay on the bed next to him crying in the dark.

When all you believed was just a dying spark.

Once you were a wanton libertine dancing to static.

A verbal machine gun on a New Age romantic.

Once you were everyone’s world

Now he was with everybody’s girl.

Once you were the belle of the ball.

Now you were discarded to fall.

And in those nights you turned to God.

The One you ignored and now you sought.

A promise on a prayer, a help and a hand.

And that was why he came to you then.

But you forgot.  Just like you did the last time.

You forgot.  Just like you do every single time.

The storm abated and the darkness is gone.

He did what he promised though the heart was torn.

He knew the ending but kept his promise to you.

And now it is over, you have forgotten twice.  He knew

The things you said when you were lonely

And a task given he could do only.

You forgot.  Just like he knew you would.

And walked away.  Just like he knew you could.

You will never understand what a mess you left behind.

That you have already lost what you could never find -

The value of a tear from the depths of a soul.  Shattered

By a callous girl who never knew worth in what truly mattered.

It was only love that made a man sacrifice all that he did share.

Though he knew you for the heartless creature who could not care.

Terence Nunis