You had grown out of your marriage,
You said,
That’s why you loved me may be,
I guess,
But you grew out of your love even,
What a pity!
You would grow out of yourself too,
Some day,
You wouldn’t have a place to hide that day,
Your last day,
You may better go and take rest for good,
Others at peace.
The fact is you never loved anyone,
You suffer from Intimacy avoidance syndrome,
You could not be intimate with him,
So you loved me outside your marriage,
When I became intimate with you,
You ran away to your job, leaving even your son.
Poignant, & lectural penning, indeed...You can almost taste the roe & bitterness expressed, here...Vivid tale-tell...Pristine structure...Crisp, & mellifluous.... Solid Craftsmanship, Amit. ~ F.j.c.R.~
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This is striking stuff. Many of us have been on the end of this syndrome - love the expression, all your own - and you write well, in quasi-observational/objective manner, of the effect of it. Yes - grand. t x