Friday, December 14, 2012

A clean slate

You left me alone
In the sinking night.
To hold his hand
In broad day light.

Today you ask
"What if we again tried".
A daunting task,
To re-kindle the flame that has for ever died.


"I wish to lay", you say
"On your heaving chest".
You can anytime, old flame,
But nothing more you can expect

I am not angry with you now,
I am not upset.
I feel no love rather
"indifferent" could be the word unsaid.


To the clean slate I would stick.
Stick To where you left.
You decided our fate.
And today, all I can say is "all the best"




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