Nothing matters….
Not since the day you hid your face
Behind many layers of chiffon
Retreating to your room.
The mystical guise suited you;
The smell of incense filled the air
After your visits to the library
Reading up on witches and knights,
kingdoms and empires,
Paintings that came to life
Portals that opened up new worlds.
You skipped on light steps over the stones
In the pond;
I slipped and fell.
The dichotomy
Between the mundane and the mystical;
The latter won you over.
You’d pirouette around the room
Singing about kings and queens,
Dancers and jesters;
Rolling hills and steep valleys,
Forbidding gorges and impregnable castles
Guarded by knights in shining armour.
You hummed poignant paeans to thwarted love
While engulfed in swirling soft fabric.
You became a distant vision;
Domestic issues were mere trifles
The all-encompassing daily drudgery
An irrelevance.
You were in a whirl, a different world.
It no longer mattered though.
I turned off the lights
Closed the front door,
Stepping into the fresh puddle outside
As the rain lashed down.
