Sunday, March 25, 2012

What we called love,
was nothing more than
a holding of hands
in defence against
a world where it is an offence to be lonely or alone.
How easily we slipped out of
our interlinking chains
when the world shifted its glance
and sought
others to blame.

Still as lonely, Still as alone
we prise open smiles,
just in case in passing
they turn and look over their shoulders.