The Pond

Of course you’ll hurt me.

Of course I’ll hurt you.

That was our deal.

I fell for it,

None of it was actually real.

“We both deserve more.”

That was what you said.

If only I knew

that had marked the end.

I needed to stop watering a dead flower -

this Garden of Eden was no longer ours.

Your Silence.

My Silence.

That was the only thing left.

I wish you the best.

Did we finally clean our makeshift,

mysterious mess?

Did we throw it down the pond?

Wherever it is,

Lies a tragically broken bond.