the soft moan of tears sliding away
from the coffee black eyes of yours
crashing the door shut with
the finality of goodbye as you
drowned yourself in the moonlit streets
occassionally resting in the shadows
cast by the Lego houses of midnight
your suitcase stuffed with all nights
spent etching out stories for the stars
twinkling at us from some light years
in some forgotten page of past ,
heavier than the heart you left
behind in the faded jeans of my room
making you lose your breath in cold
won't you stop to turn your head back?
moon of my eyes couldn't pull back the tides of your receding shores
deserted sands of my bed sheets
suck me into the vortex of
unrelenting gush of tears ,
tears that soak , tears that grow -
the bricks of my wall broken tonight
recovers around itself a shawl of moss
Author's Note : This poem has been inspired from a piece of poetic comment by Unknown_1725 as this lovely Wattpadder dropped in to appreciate one of my poems in this book .
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Reverie
PoetryA collection of poems. It had reached #1 in #stair out of 55 stories and had been maintaining it since then till 09/09/19.
