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The Last Ride

Dec 8, 2024
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By Ayush Jain


The words ended and we couldn’t find a syllabi


I wanted to say something but words had left me the way they did I

first saw you


You looked at me insincerely and turned your head away, looking

outside at the city that shined in bright yellow lights


I couldn’t fathom the silence you created


Were you holding it hoping that I will break it with a sweet nothing


Or was it some pain, of which I was no more worthy of sharing


Or were you done with the words and there was really nothing left to

say


Or was it just silence


Nothing less, nothing more


And you had left it up to me to decide


Its been months since I heard words those warmed my heart


The way they did when we weren’t apart


Was it you or was it me, the reason for the heart-wrenching last ride


We seemed to have moved on but I still can’t decide


And walk a long road


On a cold windy night


Before I drop you off


To the city with glimmering yellow lights


Let us live with facts we can’t seem to change


The choices we clearly made


By Ayush Jain

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