You smile at me,
You raise your hand,
I try shaking it with non- trembly, non-sweaty hands.
You say, "You are a good friend.
All the best for future."
And then you stride to
Bid others goodbye.
I know you never noticed me,
I know that handshake was just a formality.
But for me,
It was my world.
For me,
It was one last closure.
The last handful soil
On the grave of my love for you.
Oh! Yes.
I loved you,
Or maybe I still do,
For forever now.
Everyday looking at you,
Yearning only happiness for you,
I wish you well too,
I just hope,
That handshake was a closure.
A closure,
My rotting love inside my heart needed.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...