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Do You Remember?

By Yuvraj Sharma


You walked into my life with a stride

Came upon me like an overflowing tide

You presented yourself as a bed

Warm and cozy

Now the quilt's been pulled 

And i lie shivering in the cold night staring at the moon whose shine has somehow been dulled

Now my pillow is wet 

Because of all the tears that I have shed

Because now all that's left of you is your silhouette

The tides which I used to surf on, now drown me

The waters which I used to swim in, now pull me

Deeper and deeper I sink

The hands which used to caress my face while I slept now smother and choke me in my nightmares

I'm filled with sorrow, 

In despair I wallow

Because all I can see now is your shadow

I wonder what would've happened if you were to stay

Why do I listen to my heart when all it does is lead me astray?

But somehow I still find myself grateful to the world for sending you my way

Although, I'll forever be haunted by, "what if you never walked away?"

I hold on to the words you used to say

Like a piece of you resides in them still

I scour them for hints or innuendos they might've betrayed

But they're as inscrutable and inexplicable as your face nowadays

Showing no trace my love might've left

Like fingerprints on clay

In the beginning of our love

You held a tray

Of "forever and always" And "happily ever afters" And everything that seems unreachable today

I remember every frown that furrowed your brows, every smile that curved your lips

Every laugh that escaped your throat

All of these things I miss

But I also remember the cold look on your face

That said you were unfazed

By what was or rather wasn't anymore

Between this I can't see

Do you even remember what we used to be?


By Yuvraj Sharma



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