Beyond Rectification

Though she could see the truth concealed,

She chose to pay attention,

To just the things that he revealed;

The things he chose to mention.

That she knew all she needed to

Was simply his assumption:

And he was kind and loving too

In his own vain presumption.

She closed her eyes to all the gaps,

Each obvious exclusion;

And chose instead, for love perhaps,

Irrational delusion.

He could not comprehend her needs,

What caused her soul's suppression:

Nor could he apprehend his deeds

Were cause of such oppression.

Though she'd believed that hurting her

Was never his Intention,

She knows what caused her trust to blur,

Her dreams were her Invention.

He could not see the cracks appear,

Nor declining affection,

Till every trace did disappear

Neath conceited pretension.

And so the times and seasons passed

In the world of her creation,

Until she broke, wearied at last

With living in deception.

He could not see what lay ahead

Was ultimate destruction;

Or he might have conceived instead

A method for prevention.

T'was how things went on, seeming like

There wasn't much confusion,

Until at last the troubled hike

Did reach a sad conclusion.

They parted ways, each heading to

A different destination:

Relationship broken in two

For lack of explanation.

So, my friends, a relationship

Needs good communication:

Before it even starts to slip

Beyond rectification.

Eric A Trott

8th July 2019