I read it again …
Those four lines
That ended us…
Ended me…
Was it that easy to finish?
Was it such a practical thing ?
Four lines…Your four lines
And my world fell apart…
I have erased everything,
But those four lines
I kept them safe.
A remembrance to heartache
A toast to your cowardice
Poetry of my helplessness…
I read it again…
How beautifully
You accepted your lies,
Like a mirage
In front of my eyes,
Thought I could look through you
Thought you could feel my love…
But four lines, just with four lines
You ended and I endured…
Do you ever think back?
Of life without me?
Or you thought about it too often?
Did you think about her
When I thought about you?
Did you miss her
Every time I missed you ?
Somewhere someday
And I shall ask you
Just one time
One question, one rhyme
Did you love her?
When I thought you loved me….
You know , Something in your poetry heals !
ReplyDeleteIs it the choice of words ? Is it the simplicity
of metaphors ? Or It May be JUST YOU..... When I come to know , I shall come and tell you.