DANCING WITH A STRANGER

Were it other hands,

then I would have been happy,

jumped and shouted with joy,

that my spirit would finally be free.

Were it other pircing eyes,

the look of malice and loathing etched deeply within,

then I would have braced myself for the holiday awaiting me,

one I had slaved myself for.

Were it an unfamiliar mouth,

twisting with rage,teeth set in a snare

then I would have been halfway packing my bags for the vacation.

Were it an obscurted, impenetrable heart

that danced out of tune with mine,

then I would have been glad of the torrents,

let them carry me and drown in its ferocity.

But it had to be you,

A familiar friend.

A best friend.

A soul mate.

Offered comfort when doors shut on my face,

crafty fingers that bridged the gap widening in my chest.

It had to be you,

My secrets’ carrier.

My armor bearer.

A store room of treasured moments.

Ha! funny that I thought I could outrun you,

when we built all the hiding paces together.

Your eyes, your ever watchful eyes,

left me no other choice but to fight.

But how could I have fought?

I loved you.

I let my cold withered body die in your hands,

hands that showed me joy,

hands that were going to show me doom.

Tied on the railroad,

the organ that once beat for you

beating frantically and threatening to break my ribcage.

The tunnel;black and savagery

the mimic of a labyrinth,

was the reflection of your own heart,

So many facets and stretching on all sides.

The train did come,

leaving a trail of destruction in its wake,

carrying a melodious tune of angels

coming to collect a lost soul.

You stood on the adjoining tunnel

smoking away the memories we had,

another tunnel stretching endlessly behind you.

Your face,

a mask of joy and contentment.

I couldnt cry,

as much as i wanted to.

I wanted everything to end too,

steeled myself for the pain to come.

But not the kind of pain that breathes and lives in my heart.

I felt it close, drumming.

An earth tremor that was bound to take my own life...

But the metals on my trail rebelled and joined on yours,

the tears rolled down,

gushing and purnishing

salting my eyes.

But washed away the betrayal that stared down on me with mockery.

Too dazed by the light,

You stood stock still,

and the train never noticed you on its journey home...