Thrust and Parry
(Part 1 – Thrust)
I felt your isolation
Witnessed your embarrassment
As every man crumbled
Bowed down at your feet
Promising you devotion
Praised your beauty
You knew they only saw you
As a trophy, a piece of meat
Your face, a template for sadness
Your eyes, a map of sorrow
You traded your tomorrows
For an irresponsible joyride
Of high and lows
That protective camouflage
You once wore so well
Now shows the cracks in the armor
Exposing your private hell
The plane across the Atlantic
Was spinning towards a crash
I grabbed your hand in anguish
The man next to you made a pass
You smiled and led him on
Knowing you could no longer care
When we landed safely
You simply disappeared