Crime or Grime

why do apologies have to be the
common form of communication here?
our beginning was bliss. now, it’s like a
ditch. all you professed fell on your deaf ear.

you were the one. the laughter. the kind eyes.
you could buy time, and always gifted smiles.
I was a newborn. you showed no disguise
under the sheet at night – different styles.

I was a willing zombie – submissive.
a frail chameleon to all your needs.
you led me on. knowing you’re permissive.
followed, thinking they were planted boiled seeds.

I still feel the pangs of loss in my heart.
you broke me. dug a hole inside this art.

Tomide Abdul