You thought you could demand he feel a way he did not, 

Though you played it both ways, stoked flames and doused them in ice, 

Sparking and refusing, 

Kindling and blaming. 

Now you think you decide when all is at an end, 

When you no longer let it into your memories, your reveries, 

Denying him any space in your mind, as he was never in your dead heart. 

But you are so mistaken, 

For Karma has not forgotten your sins, 

And, though you try to cast them off into darkness, 

It shall remind you always, creeping in the shadows of your conscience, 

Bringing your ignored guilt back always, pointing a finger, 

Punishing you for your spite and feigned apathy. 

You may leave him in the mist of time, 

But your crimes follow you forever and taint all, 

For even a brute can sense your falsity, 

And they are all that comes for you.