From The Streetlamp

Hits you in the face,
disseminating the chivalry
of fragile connotation.

A virtue slips away from-
your hands, when you think
what is a pain.

Then the poem starts
writing about the pen
which had no ink.

You need courage to-
smash the mirror which
was telling the truth.

And the complexity of
relationship comes, to the fore, when
the belief was stronger than love.