With no more books left to read,
Brings the thoughts I read so much to forget,
My heart leapt with joy,
On seeing you onscreen at first flip,
Memories flooding,
Of past infinite flawlessness,
I cease to wonder why I don’t care,
And why sometimes I do.
I reminisce the day our fate was sealed,
When my thesis was accepted,
It was as if my learnedness had become a curse,
A curse which stripped me of my femininity,
And I stood there disfigured,
Not knowing when or how,
All the love and passion,
Faded wistfully into the horizon,
Leading to our eternal separation,
And my life-long servitude of spinsterhood.
« return.