Poem - #16 | For the Sake of Love

The spring tree leaves symbolizing love.

FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE

I've covered miles not to watch you walk away
At the slightest sight of me approaching your side,
Or to remind you of how much we meant to each other in one moment,
And the next minute we had to set out, apart.

I don't understand why you think

It's a bad thing to call you my friend

What are you more ashamed of-

Being my friend or being called one?

I still believe there was magic in that world

Which we built for ourselves,

There was madness in the way we talked

About every fiction we wrapped ourselves with.

And I believed that we could have found each other

If we had stayed a little longer together.

But tell me,

After all these years happened to us,

What good did we learn

Other than doubting ourselves

Pulling down each other's confidence

For the sake of love?

I thought after this craze was over

We could have been friends atleast.

But then now that I look at the shame in your eyes

That I know that this can't be.

I hadn't hurt the love you'd sworn you loved,

l'd hurt the man who wore his pride over his heart

And some how I think it is okay

Not to know a man like that.

-Pushpanjali

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