FourtyFour

as i looked at the moon last night
bright and large
subhanAllah, my praise to Lord

to accept all your flaws and foibles
is a test of what and who i am

resisting to forgive, let alone forget
is the greatest vicissitude

discovering the truth
is an outright grief

i am imperfect too
but my unretentive memory has never forgotten you

i'd built myself up
only to be battered, violently, all over again

how many more blows can this tattered heart take

i show a bold front
with a heart that has shattered, crushed into small pieces

hence, my resistance to give you another chance is humanly comprehendible

cold-shouldering you, fighting aginst this strong current of what we have together
something of which i won't call love; 'cos love isn't supposed to hurt

what we have together is probably still worth fighting for
elseways, we would have long disappeared, long gone

i will crawl and stumble
i will sit here and remember
i will always come to tears for those things you did
but i will always know
that i did love and
love put me here