By Joyal Gupta
My hands grew colder as you drift,
Day after the other as it passed.
The deepening of the ever-widening rift,
I waited there in silence for it to surpass.
I sit alone with my longing tears,
All they see are crocodiles creeping over.
But all I see are my scars and fears,
I know you were the one to spread the word,
my dear.
No matter how hard I try,
you ignore my clipped wings and fly.
I saw in you an ally,
turned upside down to be a hesitant goodbye.
My fears might catch my soul,
A dread that won't depart.
It stops me,
once again from being whole,
As my heart shatters and tears me apart.
By Joyal Gupta
Comments