Forlornness

He counted his days patiently and waited for more than two decades for a day to unveil and express his emotions to her. The very sight of her raised a billion questions wavering in his mind. Without expectations, he followed her like a sheep in a flock, ready to be led but instead butted by her. Amidst the loud chatter from a crowd, her silence was significantly shattering his heart. Brutally broken into pieces, he sat near her, yet he felt remote and divided by a tall wall of animosity. She assertively owned her space, giving him little chance of invasion, as her foe who shared a proportionate part of her genetic makeup. He tried to extend his shivering hand, expecting warm reciprocation. His love weighed nothing in the face of her silence. Her tears tore him into the smallest fragments. He begged her and pleaded for her mercy, but his shouts and pleas were insignificant to her moral perception. Does he deserve this? His goodness questions destiny, which laughs at him, saying he deserves worse. Do his tears have value? He fears they don't. Loads of failures and mammoth disappointments left him questioning where his life is headed. His thoughts were consumed by the desire to surrender this earthly life and hide in a coffin. Even that seems like it wouldn't suffice to compensate for her anger. Let him say goodbye and assure that he'll be a better person in the next life.