Abandoned

These stones don't hurt,
The ones they threw.
The knife does not scare,
The one he drew.
The nest does not hold,
The one she would flee.
Her feet did not falter,
They might break or bleed.

Arms did not comfort,
The lover did try.
Years have not dried
The tears she cried,
Time would give her no respite
From the flame she saw
In her child's eyes.
From his silence behind the locked door
As her calls froze within her throat.

Smother

Words unsaid
Lips unkissed
Hands unheld
Head buried in sand
While the heart desires
The mouth thirsts
The arms empty -
A mother's lover
Or a lover's smother.

Post script: Why does a mother walk out of a marriage? Can she ever be happy with her choice? Who is the victim?