KASIM MASTER
I saw…

A vision came to life,
A memory stepped out
Of the past, and walked into 
the present, and all that 
I had laid to rest,
 revived in a flash,
And I became young again!

It's a trick of fate,
To confront you,
With an object or person
In memory buried,
And wash away all
The efforts made, to
Have it lost in the past!

The love that I had
For this person, unrequited
Remained. And forlorn
I had buried it deep
In the well of the past,
And went on with life.

Somewhere, deep there
Remained, however,
A sense of loss, 
Dulled with time,
Yet with a sense
That there was something
Unfulfilled, distant, 
Like a painting or poem
Which you see or read, 
And find something missing;
So with my life- 
A sense of incompleteness!

And then, last evening
A vision came to life,
A memory stepped out
Of the past, and
I was young again, the 
Flood gates opened, and
My life took a tumble,
Would I be the same again?

DAWN TROW
He is different now...

I watch him walk within his skin of denim,
I watch him,
I assess him.

His hair groomed and his face cleanly shaven,
I see his wandering eyes,
I see a soul that is no longer my haven.

He smiles across the crowded room,
The air tainted by the scent of beer and adultery,
He will approach me soon.

What will I say?
How will I react?
Should I tell him that I don't want to play?

He walks over to where I am seated.
"Hiya babe, do you want a drink? he asks of me.
I accept and know that I am already defeated.

As he sits himself beside me the dim lights reflect in his ice, blue eyes.
His golden hair is set alight, which calls my glance.
He is irresistible to me even though he wears a false disguise.

I sense her perfume from the time before,
I see them laughing.
Him in the arms of that receptive whore.

The air is not the only thing that is tainted around here,
My man is; our love is as we are no longer a pair.

I long for him to hold me tight,
To love me like he did before,
To drag me out of this long dark night.

Dreams are dreams,
Wishes merely wishes,
But the truth is the truth, and that is all that is left it now seems.

The truth that the man I love betrayed me,
He spent a lustful night with a despicable jezebel,
And, by the look of the smug grin splashed upon his new face he is not filled with guilt nor pity.

Maybe, it is all in my head,
Maybe he does regret the agony he inflicted upon my innocent soul,
Maybe, he didn't enjoy his time in her bed.

Life is full of maybes and what ifs,
And, lots of wisdom that is born from trials and tribulations.
If only I knew that he was drawn away from me, maybe, I could have stopped him altering.

The man I love before my eyes is still the same but also has changed for eternity,
He is different now that I cannot trust him.
I look at him with eyes anew because I know that he only sit here with me because of the pity he holds for me.

He is different,
I am different,
Everything has changed and now our love is also so utterly different.

Can I adapt to this cycle of change?
Yes, I can.
Although, to see him now and not recognise who I see is just all too strange.