I recollect the day of my defeat.
When I saw you last.
A shawl neatly draped over a shoulder,
combing your long luxurious hair,
in my room, in front of my mirror.
With a sidelong glance you had looked at me.
That was the moment when I realized,
That I had lost.
The look – sympathizing, pitying,
smoldered me, shattered me.
And I broke down.
My face hidden in your lap,
sobs rocking my body,
your fingers running in my thinning hair,
your voice soothing, consoling me,
the warmth of your body comforting me.
The relationship had changed,
The boy becoming the child and the girl the eternal mother.
And for once the end was different.
The calculation, schemes, plans failing.
and the truth, the sincerity prevailing.