Even though the entangled strings of memories had us webbed
We tried our best to make our way out
Throwing our hands in all possible directions, clearing the web, mocking our love that we had for years, now restructuring.
The knots…Loose ends of expectations made it difficult.
But still we didn’t give up.
The longing for reasons to keep up, made it an excruciating adventure.
Tears were our, simultaneously individual yet
mutual companions in the process
Obsdurate to let go of all moments we shared
The way we smiled,
The way I rested my head on her lap,
All of my jokes and her clapping laugh.
That glimmer in her eyes with notorious peek.
First time we kissed, under wet woods.
Those late night calls undisturbing disturbances happily adjusted in our lives….
The way she unravled my silence when I was depressed, to cheer me up, recited all the achievements I possessed.
All of those pain of being foolishly in love
Every bit of it was missed.
We are still attached from within.
Fading, metamorphosized.. demanding for change.
Our one soul burned within,
We knew deep inside
The magic we shared was hard to find
Though our egos made it easier to the accept the harsh reality
Finding each other in others
Yet the bridge was burnt half way down
Faith against faith,
Hope of hopelessness, ideal of love indeed.
Together we stood yet so apart
Our egos became our engaged lawyers determined to call it off.
Adding to our ironic brutality.
Ahoy matey, the hunt starts again.