I cannot think ...

 

I cannot think of him

without that old rage rising –

the abusive bastard 

you fell in love with 

all those years ago;

and even after separation,

his ongoing mental torture, 

deliberately inflicted, with malice.

I could see you wilting, dying,

driven crazy, made weak….

Of course I did the mother

of all banishing spells!

Immediately, he left 

for the other side of the world

and you recovered, went on,

found real love, good love …

yet even now, the mere

passing memory…. Yes,

I am a being of love.

Yes, I could kill.