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