Abandoned Chapters

I visited the abandoned chapters;

they had grown sullen and strange. 

The scribbled notes

as if a morose,

neglected lover 

wait for me 

to decipher his bitterness. 

I coax the words 

to enlarge their meanings. 

I cajole the mundane 

for a missing clue.

‘Persistence’ 

says the law of writing, 

yet, 

another hour

or, 

perhaps two

lie folded 

amongst escapade tea breaks, 

In the loneliness 

of losing words 

and thoughts,

I pour over words 

and words. 

A leap years' pact hung above 

-Damocles’ sword.