You wear a different jacket now because the seasons have changed and I've decided to fall in love with a different sky.
Goodbye;
to the body I chose to wear over my favorite sweater, in those dreams when I held onto you before water filled up the room.
I'll let you leave with the warmth of my bed by letting you out of my head.
And you've left but my diary pages feel sorry for me as I write another love poem about you that you'll never read.
Maybe someday, this city will whisper and you'll know.
Your hold put a hurt in me but I still envy the shirt you wear.
Would've let your face collapse in my hands and watch you melt into them;
melt into me.
The three year older unfamiliar, felt known for three years.
Your knife to cut off this knowing,
my blade for the broken heart's fight.
It's a lose-lose situation.
You lost the love of a writer.
The intimacy of his writings shall come as stars and fall on your head;
when someone flys in your sky and you fly into theirs.
Never mine. Theirs.
I lost the love I never had.
Coloured myself in your darkest greys and you still didn't show me your colorful.
I think you never had it.
6th Feb, and my diary pages laugh at my 'our forever' I wrote about,
but I laughed along,
because the seasons have changed and we both wear different jackets now.
L̶o̶v̶e̶, Nalin.
YOU ARE READING
Ethereal
PoetryEthereal is a poetry book. It is a poet's benevolent prattle about growing up, attaining maturity, embracing delicacy, moving on and it's what you find when you finish walking on your path of self discovery...for now.
