The Text

Do you remember
That first text,
The one which set up an affair
Between us?
“Your eyes are beautiful”
This is what you said
And I believed
It to be an indication,
A gesture,
A token
Of what they call love.
I did not sleep for days
In excitement,
Witty thoughts,
Smiling at my own fantasies
I adorned
My reality with;
So I could not sleep now-
After years of belief and keep
-In restlessness
Of why and how
These tears of agitation
caress my cheek
As I lie down on my side
And the hand pressed
Against my sighs,
My dreams of ‘Us’ blurred
In silence of dark
I demand not to be heard.

I cried and wiped my eyes,
Broken and questioned
I look at myself
Those pretty ones
Which you liked,
Are befriended
With dark circles;
What a pity!
What for?
I blamed you to the core?
Blame is for my ‘beautiful eyes’
That have turned sore,
We withered so did my eyes
For your love, what else I had to rely
The charm of them is gone
I wonder,
How your heart would afford
To put me back in its throne? 

I lean back and it is the mirror I mourn,
For the closure I finally got.

 

 © Written Frames, 2017

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