I saw the pain in her eyes,
Felt it in my gut.
I heard the defiance in his voice
And washed it away in the shower.
I sat in semi-darkness,
Shaping a tune that resembled Jobim's Corcovado.
I've read grand theories,
But all this time it'd been before my eyes.
I sometimes felt like I was actively sealing my own fate;
Other times I saw it secured-
In genes, birth, (fore/hind)sight.
At times I concede to the inner-linings of my adversions.
Admission of fear however, does not justify flight.
There are things I wish I'd never seen,
I've run for long enough now.
I'd like very much to believe I'll be different.
But I've seen myself in her, I am a part of her.
I've seen many others like him,
And together we played out the very roles I turned my back to.