Authored: July 18, 2017

Hear the whispers in the wind
As I walk slowly under a grey laden cloudy sky
Imbued by the pale and the greyness
Even the surface of the deep water stirs.

Reaching out I let my hand touch the timber
Reflection comes from within
Far off I see sinking clouds tangle with wooded escarpments
Far in the distance I remember the past.

I know what I endured, and I know why it happened
What I can't find in resolution is the how
The scars bind to me
A haze, a mist, a regret.

The greatest lie is one where you believed it
"I love you, Petar," she said
"I could not be with another for a very long time, if we were to ever end," she said on several occasions
In retrospect now I know better
But there and then I believed her
She was saying what I wanted to hear, not what she felt.

I know what we were
I know what I am now
And I know what we're not.

It was really me she had meant.
She was half right and half true
It was me she had referred to.

It is not Love to cheat on the one you proclaim love for
It is not Love to manipulate feelings and emotions
It is not Love to play sordid emotional games for your own enjoyment and supply.

I now know.
Hear the whispers in the wind
You taught me many lessons
Upon reflection is a timeless regret.