Love Is Leaving
I woke up one morning
and my heart was punctured
by your sarcasm too
hard and my love agreed to fail.
The tree chucked off its leaves.
I looked at your profile on
your face-book
and saw one woman,
unfulfilled in her marriage,
waiting for another man.
I know why I have an earache
there hasn’t been enough mourning,
it’s colossal like when mother went
and I’m trying to find fault
with me like a little girl
when the parents die.
I never mourned a love-ship
already I was gone in the next arms
before the present embrace was done.
Now I am those whom I had left behind
not looking back or holding a hand.
My hand is not held and
someone is not looking back.
Advertisement
