Monday, 23 September 2019

Back


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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