A House Of Two, Yet Worlds Apart Poem by Monty AnNayef

In days of yore, two hearts did bind,
A love they swore would never unwind.
For two full years, they shared their place,
A haven forged by time and space.

But now regret has seized her mind,
Where sweetness lived, disgust she'd find.
His love, a tale she casts away,
A fleeting page of yesterday.

She walks with scorn, her gaze turned cold,
As if their bond was bought and sold.
Her words, once tender, now are swords,
Their edges sharp with spiteful chords.

Yet he, a man of softened heart,
Still treasures love that fell apart.
He clings to when she held him close,
And whispered words he cherished most.

He sees her now, a mask she wears,
A face of love for public stares.
But when alone, her voice turns stone,
A cruel tone for him alone.

In shadows cast, her truth revealed,
Her hug, a lie, her warmth concealed.
No comfort given, no embrace,
Her care dissolved without a trace.

The oceans vast between them swell,
Though housed as one, they're far as hell.
She stays, not love, but self to serve,
A plan designed with hollow nerve.

She mocks his pain, assumes his blind,
But he knows well her cunning mind.
He sees her moves, her cold disguise,
Yet holds her fate with steady eyes.

For though she plots a world anew,
He sees the monsters lying in view.
His heart cannot, in spite of ache,
Abandon her to wolves who take.

Thus, side by side they live, estranged,
A love once pure, now rearranged.
He holds his ground, though torn inside,
While she, her schemes, attempts to hide.

Yet time will judge, as truth unfolds,
Which heart was soft, and which grew cold.
A tale of love, now bittersweet,
Two souls apart yet forced to meet.

22 January 2020