It's not your fault
You repel people
Like with winds
At opposite paths
You walk leaving dander
Forcing disdain then pain.

But it's your fault
You rewalk on roads
Closed with red lines
You pick up pebbles
Which despise your touch
Then you wail to no avail.

It's not her fault
She chose her abode
A land free of your kind
The loam displeased her
But you marched still
To a city lacking amity.

But it's her fault
Or is it?
She lifted her veil
Then your gate unbarred
But you chose to stare
At chains within reach
You chose to pine
For company in memory
But she chose to dine
Far away from bay.

© thekhan
Day 037/100
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