Secrets
How easily one unlearns
them.
And when the voids fill
the gaps in between,
They etch onto us, like
reminders.
Cindered on our
pillows, the shampoo we’d shared
How I’d been conscious
to throw it away, after you left.
A hundred lonely nights
of talking it out,
Sometimes to myself,
and at times to your silence.
They only grew, the
shadows against the wall
Of the monsters lying
under our beds.
When did it come to
this?
No one would become a
friend now, nor a lover
How important can one
person be?
How many relations can
break at a single goodbye,
How come we never think
till there’s no other choice?
When you left, a
thousand echoes hid in the nooks you’d lazed on
Your touch was almost shed
off in the springtime of my poetry writing
I sighed at the thought
of you gone,
The only solace being,
the secret remained.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
There's someTHING I hold onto. Secrets~ Words that made us, Us.via dVerse
There's someTHING I hold onto. Secrets~ Words that made us, Us.via dVerse
