Masquerade

 

Last night was a reflection

Of little particles of what was left.

I have given you all the chances

To make it work.

 

I opened my soul to adjust

To the changes.

Desultory, in silence …

No returneth.

 

I have waited patiently

And every time;

you changed your mind…

…masquerade.

 

Severely, the angered wind

Compressed its fury

Toward West

Differing us both with

No chance to apologize.

 

Leaving behind little particles

of what was left!

-Jade da Rocha