Sound Of a Breaking Heart

By Joyal Gupta

My hands grew colder as you drift,

Day after the other as it passed.

The deepening of the ever-widening rift,

I waited there in silence for it to surpass.

I sit alone with my longing tears,

All they see are crocodiles creeping over.

But all I see are my scars and fears,

I know you were the one to spread the word,

my dear.

No matter how hard I try,

you ignore my clipped wings and fly.

I saw in you an ally,

turned upside down to be a hesitant goodbye.

My fears might catch my soul,

A dread that won't depart.

It stops me,

once again from being whole,

As my heart shatters and tears me apart.

By Joyal Gupta