Why do we need to stay,
When our lives don't hold a space
Mine doesn't, and neither does yours,
Yet, we stay, as if cutting off is worse.
We knew the truth, didn't we?
Deep down, I believe you knew it too
We were friends for a reason,
And we stayed friends for a season.
What makes us write new scenes,
After the play's end, as the curtains are drawn
Which moment was so singularly cherishable?
I've tried finding it and haven't had luck.
So, I'll write it down,
A reminder for you and me
I won't be, yes,
I won't be at all.
I won't be staying for much longer,
It's about time the door needs to be shut forever.

YOU ARE READING
A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them