The One

You were anonymous to my stories, though I had a synonymous feeling before, You then turned to be the eponymous to my poetries, though I had this clandestine relationship no more.  

Now I am the one who just does soliloquies, now I m the one who just has become picky, now I the one who knows your name, but I m also the one who always stay in the game. 

You in your secret ministries, just keep on shuffling the portfolios, cluttering your bad deeds with fancy victories, you keep on acting as life was series of tableaus. 

Now you are the one who was my prologues, Now you are the one with whom I had meaningless dialogues, Now you are the one who is content of my monologues, Now I am the only one left in my epilogues .