The Fall

I asked you when do you leave 

You tell me you already got the ticket.

Shocked and surprised I tell you thus 

“ When were you going to tell me this! “

You find it offending knowing not why

You didn’t see the reason behind. 

I ask as I miss you so 

Need to know how many days more. 

You think I have other intentions, and hence 

You came up with a great plan!!!! 

Planned well you did indeed,

Every tale spoken like a priest.

Thinking how it all fits,

I ask you to give me a treat.

Your castle tumbled down your knees-

Yet proudly you quote my words

“ When were you going to tell me this”

Alarmed and shocked I took it all

In silence I did stand tall-

Yet you will not know where was the fall........