Those hazel, brown orbs
Hid a message
I could never decode
A mix of all emotions
A pinch of agony
A bit of frustration
A tint of fear
And loads of pain
All clearly visible, yet not so obvious
I remained oblivious of what he felt
You couldn't hug him tight
Afraid his fragile self could break any time
You couldn't hold his hand
Afraid they might withdraw themselves from your cold hands
You refrained conversing with him
Afraid to hear the warmth of his voice fade away gradually
You were afraid to look at him
Afraid to see the lifelessness inflicting in his eyes
The coldness of his expression
And the distinctiveness in his body language
Like he had drifted too far off from your reach
And you couldn't bring his self back
*Are you drifting away or tearing apart?
Is there still hope to bring you back or was it long gone?
Are you drifting away or tearing apart?
There's still faith stored in a part of me that yearns for you to be back!
YOU ARE READING
Drifting away or tearing apart?
PoetryI had lost all hope to bring your old self back You experienced darkness and it has terrified you. Is it selfish of me to stop you, so that you can see the sunrise, one last time? (So that you can lessen my yearning after you leave?)
