First to Crawl

His silence now aches your heart
His audibility brings no more
Inspiration–
Sounding through the air
and brings you sadness
His audacity now irritates than
any other thing.

You may look back the lane of memory
Check your balancing;
check the imbalance too...
What is the cost of error
That besets you like a phenomenon?
Check!

What happened to those promises?
What transpired to gift you shame?
What cut short your journey together?
What is behind your decision–
Parting to choose your own direction?

'It is over' you said, he too.
You've made up your mind,
You've packed your bags,
And you're set go..
Uttering that you mean no harm
But I ask you,
Who will be the first to crawl
out of your bound?