Away from you, soles aching,
seeking distance and walking
further away fast –
Those “ What you should have done,
and I did not say”, have become
cobwebs of the past;
running at full speed,
remorse gnawing at my feet
kicking me until I crawl,
still riding the tide
of self-pity and pride,
bitterness and revenge call
me again to heal
my wounds and make me feel
angry and small
yet the bond is stretched too far,
its fibres are dry and hard
while I hurry on
towards detaching the chord
until you don’t matter any more,
when the autumn winds’ song
softly stirs and wakes
the last leaves; the bond breaks -
finally

Sybille(Sydney)Krivenko 2007 All rights reserved