Aberration

She hates cigarettes
on any lips, on his
she abhorred.
The reek of alcohol
that traveled through the telegraphic wires
along with his desperate whispers
made her nose twitch
& fired her indignation

His hands quivered
and were cold
always
belying the warmth
he claimed
in his heart.

His passion for victimhood,
devotion to his own goodness,
assumed of course,
had him confined
to the boundries
of martyrdom
he so craved!

Thanks heavens,
for these notions, misguided
that kept him caged,
as she flapped her wings
and rose in flight....

She has been flying for years...
to a horizon
expanding
and constricting
almost
every season.

With the freedom
of choice,
she picks her orbit.
decides her pace
and charts her path.
constrained only
by the call of the roost!

Perched high
with her nest secured
as she sings to abandon-
The smoke from of his cigarette
and the reek of his alcohol filled whispers
rise up again.

Once again,
hatred envelops
the heart
filled with
someone's love.

P.S. Hate survives, unchanged. Love takes on myopic forms with time.