HIGH DEFINITION

Tell me when did you cry last

Tell me what happened
I’m sure it started with
A swelling up that seemed legit
Before the dam collapsed
And flooded the sunken gaps

Did not your eyes get blurry?
Couldn't you not see nothing
At least, not with clarity?
Did not distorted colours play havoc
With ever-changing contours
How relieving, is it not, to release?
Ridding the shackles of burden;
A sum of unfortunate responsibility

Tell me how, my love
When your eyes began to dry
And your cry began to settle
You cleansed the filth
That your sobbing left by
Under the crescent of moony eyes
Leading to the ridge of your nostrils
That breathe fire and ice
In frantic, off-beat rhythms
Until they find a settlement
Of another perpetual stream in air

And finally, when you wiped
The leftovers from a rancid memory
That you had, at a time, harboured
With showers and floods of tactics
In expression and impressions
Did not it all seem in a higher definition?
The kind in which you and I
Had once seen each other?

-K.G.