She doesn’t even beg
to get back
She strolls back like
it was all normal
Like it felt all too
good when she wanted out
When all I felt was
something drain out of me
Something that smelt
like life or love
I thought we were done
for good
Every single thing we
held dear – I
Felt them disintegrate
to a point –
A point I didn’t want
to try anymore
Neither did I want to
care
Yet, when you seem to
have made your mind
You stroll into my
life like we are some lovers
Who had been away from
each for a while,
ours’ been a year –
just imagine a year
of waiting, longing
for something ungraspable
a part of me died from
the constant bickering
and I have often –
always - watered it
with the thoughts of
you, wondering incessantly
if I had erred so much
to worthy of forgiveness
the more I did, the
more I wanted you close by
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