When You Told Me, You No Longer Loved Me

By Bhavika Dudani

I don’t happen to be satisfied All I want to do is write, About the mole on your chest, And the rheumy eyes, When you finally told me you no longer loved me, I wanted to grab my diary and describe, How much that grief choked my breath, And those hungry red chambers in my chest, wanted to be fed; I afflicted so tightly despite the fact, My palms were bruised and sore, And pretending we were okay wasn’t any longer an act.

Petite hands over your face, I kissed you hastily, That while your lips tasted like betrayal, And you no longer smelled like my favourite cologne, Your touch seemed like a stranger to me, And I laid in your arms, but our fingers didn’t intertwine; I looked on it in bitter disbelief, As love evacuated out of your heart, I knew, It was the moment to unbind myself from you, And to liberate my body, to release two souls; It was the time to unleash the promise of forever, I knew, It was the moment I had to let you go.

By Bhavika Dudani