Your Purgatory

It was amiable in the end
as hope shook truth’s hand
and we left behind the lies.

My watch struck a fence and
like a clock tower in the dark
Clanged “get out now or die!”

Shadows chased themselves
into near-non-existence
when the first light rose.

A tunnelled enclosure’s
contrived freedom made
a mockery of the road you chose.

Vacillating in torment for years
as you grappled with what you
feared most in schizophrenic love.

Your fate falls within your
purgatory of divisive desires
as nobody will ever be enough.

And it all became so startlingly
clear in my one-track mind
at the third time of rejecting.

All those hours spent gazing
at my mirror in search of why
were simply self-neglecting.

We were incredible since
the start, the end and the aftermath
for reasons wrong and right.

We dug so many circles
into the ground, with all the
old phrases now too trite.

Even now it all slips away
into memory and anecdotes
as the essence of change is speed.

So we both look forward
to a forked future, to live out
our warring, idyllic creeds.