He always seemed eager. Even after they
became official, he loved her like love
was a bird that outgrew its cage.
She wondered why love deceived men.
But he always announced her. Even when they
were alone, he reached out to her as if silence
was a cliff-hanger. And this pleased her.
She wondered if love could be selfless. But
singularity introduced itself in their pleasure,
the sweetness of her surrender faded
and he became distant.
She felt love could be inconsistent.
I wish I could intervene. My arrows
sow seeds at birth and life is an old friend
that flowers with rhapsody. Give me time, it
will happen to you too.