Intolerable pauses,
Unimpressive Metaphysics,
Six unanswered messages,
A couple of ignored calls.
That dry conversation,
Those weak words turning into flakes.
Wriness- cold and certain,
Predictable cynicism,
Fresh-grown smirks.
That slight whiff of contempt,
All those assurances
Etched in white on white...
And Condescension, Whim, Stubborness?
Please do not forget them.
Them All...
They are Ours.
Only Ours,
Forever.
2 comments:
bingo! familiar territory:)
Hahaha..you're on a writing spree too these days...
but I wish we could hv met for a longer time yaar! :(
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