The Red Truss

Love, are you done?

Open the doors

Now, out you come

Old flame has run its course

Wait?

How long should I

We are losing our gait

In letting this tunnel pass by

Silence in our words

Is growing stronger

With each flicker of hope

That I lose any longer

Earnestly I beseech

Let me go first?

Lest my feeble heart

Gets rot in wrecking rust

See, what’s left of us

Except the loose shreds

Deceived by the red truss

Of ‘eternal’ threads.