The Culprit

It so happens that many relationships are broken due to one single reason: ego. It is on both sides generally...but when talking about the martian sex, it has a specific name....MALE EGO. I seriously think that this male ego, is certainly different from the simple ego. Let's find out how.

She didn't call,
I waited.
It was the fourth day.

I. Why do you talk to him?
I don't like him.
She said nothing.
She listened to me,
looking at me with impassionate eyes.
Those eyes which once spake love.
Unable to hide
my anger, I left.

II. Why do you talk to him?
I don't like him either.
She said nothing.
She listened to me,
looking at me with impassionate eyes.
Those eyes which now demanded,
from me, a little sensibility.
Unable to hide
my discomfort, I left.

III. Why did you bring him along?
I didn't wanna meet him.
She said nothing.
She listened to me,
looking at me with impassionate eyes.
Those eyes which said it was enough.
Unable to hide
my insecurity, I left.

She didn't call the next day.
Nor the day after.
She didn't call for four days,
I didn't bother.
It was her mistake,
wasn't it?
She ought to make it up.
I wanted time alone with her,
not with her friends.
I wanted to talk to her,
not to her friends.
Yet, she brought them along.
Though I never said these things,
She should have understood.
Yes, it was her mistake.
Final.

Ten days passed.
Not a word from her.
I desperately wanted to talk
to her, but no.
I am not weak,
And I am not wrong.
If she can live,
without talking to me,
So Can I.

Why didn't you call me for two weeks?
I was dying to talk.
She said nothing.
She listened to me.
The deafening silence became unbearable.
Then in a heavy voice,
like a mourner, she said,
"She wouldn't call me again.
I was unbearable."
The phone went dead,
just like me.
I stood, and stood for hours.
Unbearable!
Hah! What an excuse it was.
She was the culprit,
So she blamed it on me.

I got over it.
Of course, it was Her mistake.
Yes it was.
Final.