thecharmsoflife

Just Look


Just look at this sundrenched day

With barely a whisper of wind

And people savouring every ray of sunshine.


But look at these misplaced shadows that smudge her face

Look beyond her seemingly innocent reverie to the

The guilt and perfidy where it shouldn’t be.


Just look at her

She’s forlorn when not in his presence 

Though not contented when she is.


Just look how people avoid her

Thinking collectively

Of the idea that is her burden.


But look: there he is

Surreptitiously lurking in the very same shadows

That haunt her face.


He looks this way, then that

And swiftly consumes himself 

If only just for a moment.


Did you see?