Illusion

Last

Looking at my surrounding

for the last time.

Wringing my fingers,

Sitting on bench,

Watching the wave's

untiring attempt of kissing the shore.

Waiting on your arrival

for our last meet.

Fist-sized organ

weeping inside.

Cauliflower shaped organ

building stone wall.

A war being prepared.

Stone wall,

the surrounding borders.

Calmness,

the frontline warrior.

Reasoning,

the receiver area.

Everything is ready for

the war uncalled.

You came,

unsteady steps,

I stand,

looking at your face

for the last time.

You look good,

as always.

Not a hint of

sadness, anxiousness

in your pupil.

I knew,

the war has

already begun.

A war between

your words and my soul.

"You look good.",

you say.

Not a glance at

my blank face.

This face was

most beautiful picture

captured by your vision.

A white lie resurfacing

the top layer.

I shrug,

trying to

loosen the burden

my shoulders are

witnessing through

your word.

You are going

on and on,

with the only tagline of,

"I never loved you."

My soldiers on the

frontline go

ramrod still.

Numbness,

spreading like the

wildfire in forest.

"I care for you,

But never was

in love with you."

Those words,

never flew like the

leaves flying in,

Autumn's breeze.

My eyes matching the

chilly blanket,

surrounding us,

Cold.

Louder the waves,

Higher the rage

among the soldiers.

Breaking their exterior,

running out on field

screaming out,

exercising their lungs.

Eyes open to

your frowning face.

"Are you okay?"

Your care glistening

from voice.

"Never been better",

muttering I give back,

the only thing

my warriors agree on,

Smile.

"Have happy life."

those words came from

my frontline daredevils.

I start walking

leaving you behind.

Noticing trees, shedding their

worn out leaves,

making space for new ones.

Weather,

changing every few months.

Just like,

Autumn

chaning into

Spring.

Prideness,

flowing in the veins

for my,

frontline soldiers,

Calmness.

"Only you are meant

to walk on your road."

My mother's wisdom

fills my ears.

Walking on my journey,

starting a new adventure,

getting prepped for

new fights.

Taking most needed moral of this curve,

"Care for yourself."

Its my little

minions,

who took care of me,

today,

tomorrow,

yesterday.

Looking at my surrounding

for the last time.