Tuesday, 18 November 2014

The Aftertaste

Your absence caused rain
Your reason pulsated hurt and disappointment through my vessels
'I'm missing you' you utter
Yet everything isn't the same

You kept talking despite the rain
'Maybe it's my fault', you grappled
But you never brought an umbrella
Clarity was elusive and I came home sick and in pain

Our plans faded along with false charms
We got to savor the sweetness even if it didn't last long
I want to shake your hands
Whisper to you my fears and my hearts demands

Yet I sealed my sentiment with a stamp
You chose not to respond
No regrets, no wishful thinking,
We both just became bland





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