I see him,
Playing with the strings of his guitar;
And singing out loud,
To please the cheering crowd.
I see him smiling
From the tv screen,
Of the café
Where we used to meet.
I see him singing his new songs,
The ones he wrote for his new love.
I am happy that he made it,
But for a moment I feel sad.
For a moment I think it could be us,
Then I ask myself
What good would that bring ,
Looking at our past?
There were multiple reasons why we couldn't last.
It stings me because neither of us were wrong.
Together, we just weren't that strong.
It didn't hurt me
When he turned the time we spent together into a song.
After all, we both had made money off our feelings.
He was just an artist
I was the one in charge of his dealings.
There are also times,
When it makes me wonder
Whether the things
we promised each other had any meaning?
I take a sip of my coffee
As I stare at the ceiling.
Realising that I do remember a lot,
But those memories have lost their meaning.
I do smile at them
But I don't feel nostalgic enough to go back
And relive those days.
Emotions work in really strange ways.
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PoetryA notebook where I collect all the poems I've written. ©Debanjana