Tango

It is during the empty moments
of lazy afternoons or busy evenings,
that I think of your pain,
and the cause of it.

The atrocity of time
or the cruelty caused on my behest.

Who knew life would alter? But it did.
Who thought I would falter? But I did.

As your despair heightens, it reaches to me.
As my misery rises, I cease to see.

It's a funny little tango,
with tormenting dancers.

I am the criminal and also the victim.
Of a questionable tale,
with no answers.

-Merci.