For the loss of what was never yours
What do you say to the heart that grieves?
When the one you’ve loved from the sidelines
has been taken, not once, but thrice
And when at last in their possession is a golden ring?
What do you say to this?
When your heart has already forgiven?
when memories of that person have finally been buried.
Buried so many times that you have lost the count.
Lost count of how many times you have tried,
Yet find them all resurfacing.
What do you say to this?
When others say “move on”, but half keep
giving you hope? When trying to find happiness with
someone else just doesn’t seem to work?
When you think you have accepted it, only to find
that you have fooled yourself, yet once again.
Discovering with one of their looks that everything
remains the same?
After years of remaining immovable in your mind,
when neither time nor distance has managed to remove
their impassive fixture.
After years of second-guessing
their looks and their actions. When you have tried nearly
Everything under the sun and still—
nothing.
What do you say to this?
What do you do when you find
yourself around them and
feel yourself unraveling?
When you see the proof in their left hand and know…
That there are no more excuses,
That there is no more hope
And that you can no longer be blind to the truth?
What do you say to this heart that grieves?
