Yet, I repeat it.
Being unable to conceal it.
And so I pour down
all voices trying to tear me down,
into this impeccable surface;
unlike the realities we often face.
True, he who has to go will go.
Easy to say, don’t miss them.
No, I’m not missing anyone.
But my mind digs and
brings back to me all interactions
we exchanged over conversations.
No tears falling down, I confess.
But beats are louder, breaths a mess.
Go say it’s just a phase; will pass.
Agreed. But neither can I ignore
the memory which is now a carcass.
No, I haven’t lost someone.
I have just stopped knowing someone
whom I never knew.
For the stench of that very carcass
entices scavengers: resembling memories
to munch on it’s flesh.
May thy soul rest in peace.