Ask me how it felt, for I was the sole witness, for I was the reason he left.
Ask me how it felt to know that the mere touch would not provoke anymore.
No sparks down the spine, no twirls in the belly, no twinkles in the corner of the eyes.
Ask me how it felt to know that I was abandoned, by choice.

I hope he realizes what he refused, what he left Midway.
I hope he realizes it was just not people who mattered but his will , to stay.
I hope the oozing out blood from the shackled wrist forgives him,
For thinking, honour was somewhere, in the flower between her legs