Beheaded

As the sun came up,it
brought with it, the usual
new day and new promises
with a bunch of fresh flowers
and palm laden fresh breeze.
I looked at the far end of
the road and saw you coming,
taking two steps at a time.
Before I could bat my eye
lids once again, you were
upon me, with a silk handkerchief
and a smile that matched
the morning shine of the moment.
Next time, when I tried to
look at you again, my eyes rolled
in amazement, as too, my head,
which lay there on the ground,
blindfolded, beheaded,
with dried lips in a death
that was painfully true
of what happens at the end.