Like I said
I never am fond of endings,
As the night slit through my dried throat
I find myself suffocated with words
Words I wish to say,
Feelings of angst I need to scream out,
All caught in between silence of your gaze…
Amidst resentment and trepidation of loosing
I find you fading in the rain,
And in this hollowed night of conclusion,
My fingers froze to incredulity…
As my anger succumbs to tears
Of dried up yesterday…
Bit by bit your memory fails to recognize.
And in sudden lapse of sanity
You let go…
I never am fond of endings,
But in this stillness,
Time found the perfect closure for us…

