My ex, she sneaks in,
Like a deceptive cat.
To pamper me and
Talk for a while.
With an emotional
Stirr of hopelessness.
I keep on asking her,
Why?
The conflict therein,
She lacking answers
To my questions.
My denial to face the
Reality- to hold back
Onto charred fantasies.
Which light up upon
Her instance.
This to and fro
Toxic communication,
In spurts.
Stretched well over
Three years.
Pervades my iron walls
Every time.
These days instead
Of shooing her all night.
I've decided to let
My rats bell the cat.
Though she makes
Noise. My rats know,
Where to hide.