There was something about this man
I had seen him changing
He used to be exciting and delightful
much like snow adorned rows of pines
He cried in agony,
to make her smile,
sometimes she didn’t know,
sometimes she didn’t care
but deep down,
care is all he did
Nothing more,
nothing less
Her words reeked of acrimony
for him,
and those he loved,
still he stood still
like that old wood,
in my store,
Too useless and too disgusted
to confront,
seek vengeance
meek he was,
and she knew,
how to play him
Play, is all she did
with him,
and his sentiments
She took control
of all the little things,
that made him happy,
sitting in the sun,
having a beer with his buds,
soaking in the rain,
unplanned evenings,
impulsive last minute travel plans
She clinged to him,
like an albatross around his neck,
and he was the sailor,
left in the lurch,
in the middle of the sea,
shunned by all,
who mattered
She was vicious,
and he,
too meek,
He let her rule,
and cause mayhem,
in both their lives,
until today,
When he decided,
He had had enough
A minute ago,
He cut that umbilical cord
and he is no more
Isolated..
