The bridges
are broken like a shattered glass
and we will
never cross each other’s lives again.
I have
carried my tears where once I carried my heart
and I wonder
who’ll love you now. Who’ll fall for you.
Who’ll call
your name in the mornings and in the nights.
Who’ll find
you troubled and lost
and hold you
close with no malice in heart.
Our
afternoon gatherings upon the cups of tea
would be
reminded once in a while
and at the
end of my lines
I will try
to echo only the last pretty songs.
I will try
to remember the lifelong verses
we exchanged
for a short time.
I will try
to remember the tiny little part of you
that was
once mine
that I
carried inside my womb
while lying
down in my gory colours waiting for my end.
The fools
will laugh and your friends will smile as they do now
when your
selfish deeds will come to define your past
and in the
years to come, when all the bitterness
that both of
us hold so close, has gone
nothing will
be left to be said.
We would
have walked so far away
that looking
back at the forgotten past will blind us
and memories
will not be summoned
that were
buried underneath a long time ago.
For now let
us hide beneath our pretence and so,
perhaps one
day we will both find shelter
in what we
cannot fathom right now.
29/08/2012
