Tell me what happened.
Suddenly you stop replying.
My"I love you," is still
waiting to be seen.
Please look at my longing eyes
and tell me what happened to us.
I think I did my best,
a million times I did, to save us.
But you keep on cutting ties
and I'm always here
knitting them
as my heart fall apart.
When today walked
past our door,
you fit yourself in its
suitcase and you both
became my yesterday.
I wanted to pull back
the moments but time
favors no one.
If you just told me that yesterday
was our final last,
I could have trailed my lips
on your face one last time.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
