Gleeful summer day that was,
As gazed at the sun, dazed
A soft smile playing on their lips,
The infancy stage had its own charm,
Either of them always flustered
All the spoken words sugar glazed.
If Carmen's captivating allure
Had Feyra breathless,
His suave demeanour made her feel alive,
As the childish phase passed by,
Silly bickering and few misunderstandings
Came along,
They still found comfort in each other's embrace nonetheless.
Late-night calls, Busy schedules,
Longing for one another,
Teen year passion to top it off.
Carmen's overworking tendencies,
Feyra's unspoken desire for his warmth,
Compromising their own needs
For each other.
Were the plain grey walls of his office cabin
Suddenly more enchanting than
Her Deep black orbs? Or was it
the sorrow in them that Carmen
Knew he had caused?
Was the empty canvas to be filled with colors for Freya to express something,
Or it was empty enough to depict her heart.
Could it go back to how it was if the harsh words weren't exchanged?
Would He go back if the time had stopped?
The crack that they left at their Teen years,
Had certainly widened enough
To distance the two in every way possible. Carmen was no longer keen on
Knowing about her paintings of them.
Freya no longer embraced him when he returned home.
Their souls may have been Young
But somewhere between
Those busy schedules and,
maintaining social life,
Somewhere between,
Avoiding any explanation as to why the calls were denied and not willing to reach out.
The love between them died.
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Not used to writing narrative poetry. Especially about heartbreak.
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Lacuna ○
PoetryLacuna : (n.) An empty place, a missing piece. Not every slot in your life is to be filled. Feeling empty at times is no less than ecstasy. ♡ PS. Do Not Try to steal or copy my work. ©All rights are reserved. No translation what so ever is allowed.
