HISTORY - II

That night together

Filled with orgasm

Packed with delight

The rustle of sheets

The scream of bodies

You almost choked me

‘Idiot’

I know

I know
You don’t care

But it’s my turn today

To complain

To yell

And cry

I wish I knew

It’s a suicide

A chosen death

You clever

You brought

Me blindfolded

Into the alleys

Of that anonymous town

I don’t remember

Permitting you ever

That evening

When you broke the mugs

In anger

And I pledged to return

In time

I wish I could guess

I am being duped

Again

Like always

Wait! Wait!

I think you promised

To compensate

The scratch on my back

With a kiss

And that week of fever

In June

When you kept me awake

Every night

You promised for the

Cake my dear

The time has made you

Dishonest

I presume

Ah! How could I forget

That monstrous woman

In the next house

Her umbrella is still with me

I thought you would come

And collect

It’s still wet

She calls sometimes
To rebuke

And remind

The list is long

And your crimes many

Come

Collect

Repay

Fulfill

The memoirs

The promises

The deals

I am waiting

I’ll wait…