Poems and Short Stories

Playhouse

Remember, we were seven when you asked me to play
Playing house till the sun set, you wanted me to stay

I will be the mother and you will be the father
your cousin was our daughter while nanny watched over

We grew up eventually as we grew to be more
Our years were unparalleled, you were never a bore

But you grew colder each time that we see each other
A nagging voice in my head shouts 'is there another?'

I'm not sure if it's courage or your patience ran out
Finally you snapped and there is not a single doubt

You asked me 'until when are we going to pretend?'
I thought, until marriage, until old age, to the end

But it's clear to me that you no longer want to play
And I am not the type to play the martyr and stay

I suppose, I'm sorry because I thought it was real
I forgot we were playmates playing pretend still