Till Disillusion Do Us Part Poem by Rehan Hyder

I remember how we met
the conversation we'd had from across the room
comedy spun by fumbling need for expression
the romance that began in the sweet
gentle afternoon sun of that December
when I was born unto love and matrimony......

In the tapping, tabbing
the wedding bells chimed so prettily;
in the cyberspace in the emptiness
and when you flicked that handful of rice
over your shoulder
wasn’t that for luck
wasn’t that for ever
didn’t they promise that to you when you
swore to fidelity......

I tumble over my own dreams
so we are through....? ...!
In my supreme daze of denial I
realize that I have tribes of me settled on you
the monstrously multiplicative epidemic
of love and tenderness;
beyond the last moment of this era
when the outlines of this town
would be mowed down for
newer shades of concrete
some memory will bludgeon into a
schema of what used to be –

Smile, .....
for I parted empty
leaving tribes of me settled on you
leaving you to wonder
are we through? ? ? ?