When Love Must by Tracy Sibanda

When love must, it ends.
Where my naked feet trod the same dusty lane
Of fragments already tattered and torn,
Left by one Charmaine,
Silent echoes are thrown in my mind
Men are all the same,
Simply not worth the dreams and longing 
Of women.
No need to mention him in my next poem,
He plays no part in my life story.
Instead

The attention he dignifies with the words love,

Provokes several displays of the rhetoric-
He had to hurt one, 
Why did it have to be me?
He had to love one,
Why couldn’t it be me?
When love must, not even the best of lies or sacrifice can keep us together... 
When it must, 
It ends...
And it has.