Coming back
I
retraced my steps today
With
the wild hope that
I
would run into you and
I
could blame it on fate.
I
walked on the roads that we
Once
went down together...
Remember
the bumbling
Squirrel
who miscalculated
A
jump and ended up on the
Pavement
instead of the wall?
I
lingered a little
Unnecessarily.
Pretending
To
enjoy the familiar sights
Which
I would have but
You
weren’t there.
The
tones of sepia and grey
Were
overwhelming...
You
never showed.
Neither
did the squirrel.
And
at that moment, I
Became
him.
Bumbling,
miscalculating...
I
called out your name.
Nothing
stirred. Except
The
silence which conveyed
That
you had left
A
long time back.
Coming
back wasn’t
Such
a good idea
After
all.
Photo courtesy: deviantart.com
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