Off the Table
Chapters of us - Chapter 2
2 months, 8 weeks, 56 days. A calendar flipped twice,
Heavy on my chest, a weight that I can’t shed.
The watch I wore, once a give, now a broken device,
Stares back at me, with its hands frozen in the hour of goodbyes.
The echo of “What have I done?”, is a silent question;
That haunts me and so does each what-if of a path not taken.
Parties I used to crave, now hold a useless ring.
The unexpected storm ruined our perfect spring.
My heart, once a vibrant organ now bleeds blood grey,
The city, once a house dates, now a memory that won’t go away
My reflection mocks me, eyes dull and hair untied,
Consequences of choices, regret the truth I confessed.
It was my past that I opened up, my story that I told,
A story filled with regret, it’s a severe storm in my soul.
Sleep offers no solace, dreams a twisted tale of what used to be,
Waking up with gasping breaths; for now, I’m a prisoner of my mind.
But then, a disruption to the gloom,
A message from him, to erase the silence.
I read the 4 words, glowing on my phone screen,
“Meet me at sunrise”, A desperate sense.
