Her
As I eulogise the ex, causing deep affliction.
The ending more complex, more habitual than addiction.
Frugal in her lavishness, as if wary of us all.
Her questions al-ways a test, her answers too hard to call.
Played with my heart, my soul and fear, relentless was her prowess
The ease at which it tormented me, one of her many powers.
Though both had tried an tried, the ending not so distant
The years of heart ache apparent, the pain nothing but persistent.
Our time together on tenterhooks, egg shells filled with guilt.
Her eyes full of disenchanting looks, this connection is long past wilt.
