Am I just paranoid?

You have grown cold and distant

Smiles today are like a necessary ritual

Texts infrequent like tsunamis

Or am just paranoid?

In my company your phone is ever off

It tags along even to the conveniences

A strong password barrier erected to keep off intruders when it’s left

Or am just paranoid?

You are gay all the time; no rough days at the office it seems

Your matrimonial house has grown deadening

Getting out of the enclosure is all you purpose

Or am I just paranoid?

The mirror is your new screen of choice

Your grooming increasingly pompous

New fragrances complement your exotic fibres

Or am I just paranoid?

Should I ask her?

Why? So that she can lie to my face?

So that she can manipulate and toy around with my intoxicated mind?

Why? So that she can confirm my paranoia?

No! I shan’t give you that privilege

The writing is on the wall

I shan’t overstay my welcome

I’ll just walk away with my paranoia

Robert Varaq

(My poems)