Love, as it once was -
Little or no regret, this escapade continues–
We are leading ourselves to an inevitable ruining,
Of something we cherish between us,
There is a silent truth in the background though.
Should we address it? Address it now? How?
Reality screams in background,
like metal vocals over the intrusive riff of the electric bridge– ‘I am not yours to be-’
We are self aware, just postponing–
I hope that doesn’t decay the seasonal bloom.
Forgive me for being so harsh in portrayal.
Truth is, we neglected so many things,
Only i dont know why we did, and why inspite of it all–
Here i am and Here you are–
All we hear is that electric bridge.
But maybe its not the both of us on the same page,
Cuz I’ve always been here, and you are just another visitor.
I’ve been here each time, left behind, when 'you’ left.
I’ve been the one that walked again down the same trails..
And just like that, once again, here i am.
I walked those paths again,
imagine watching a motion picture of you and me
in that same space from a distance.
Oh what Deja vu to the 'me’ in that moment with 'you’!
Its comical to me at this point. I laugh quietly like a maniac, for like each time before..
‘I’m right where you left me’ just as taylor sang.
And it hurts just the same, or maybe a little less–
But– I’ve grown accustomed to hate, now i dont care.
I walk by memories, and smile,
somedays a tear rolls down my eyes,
But i walk by, for there is no escape for me. I’m here.
Its you who left, i let you in my space, in my home.
My home a travellers den.. Its no longer mine.
It’s a collection of memories and artifacts of passing lovers,
A curation of romantic gestures and ballads that paint the walls,
A bouquet of dried flowers from all the walks,
A unique composition of love, as it once was-
