Was it yesterday that I saw you last or has
it been ages? It feels like many lifetime's
Does your arm still feel as warm? How I wish
I knew..
Times when my eyes look for you in the
thousand faces in the crowd, Times when my eyes know it is you even in a crowd
of more than thousand.
The breeze, the smell, the drizzle, the road
that we had once taken aimlessly, they all call out . . and no I don't wince, I
smile.
The post-its that you left, are all safe.
Untouched.
The pen that I stole from your desk, without
your knowledge, is still with me. Unused and treasured.
That shirt that smells of you, is still kept hidden in the same place.
The pack box of the coffee mug you gifted, I
haven't thrown it. It holds the SIM card that you bought for me which I don't
use anymore.
The playful knowing smiles, those little
naughty winks, that wanting of standing next to you, the need of being held by
you.. the Madness :-)
I hold on to all those beautiful memories, but I cannot let go of the hurtful moments.
When did the love that felt so liberating
turn into something as sinister as bondage and as heavy as a burden.
I own you like I own no other thing. Yet, you aren't mine.
The love story of the blue sky and the blue
sea, as pure as rain and as vain as the illusion that give them the colour
blue.
Let me remember you in the memories that make
me smile. Let all the moments that hurt fade away from memory. If only. .
Very beautifully put.
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