I thought you'd seep out of my tight held fist
Like water to the ground
You'd be free, escaping my touch
But never take the imprints of your presence
Like water to the ground
You'd be free, escaping my touch
But never take the imprints of your presence
From my mind
And not letting go of memories
Is the hardest chapter to live.
Leaving a person who
You thought you'd grow old with isn't easy.
The feel is too tight against your heart
Or when it gets too heavy for your hands
To carry the weight of guilt along every time.
You'd said I will be wrong to complain,
But won't I still be wrong not to?
So what if the life we sketched for us
Faded in all this years
When we ran our fingers along
The Light pencil figures
In which we drew our home.
Take this as a lesson,
Me and you separately
Will have to draw our houses and fill it with
Love, happiness and time.
This time in ink.
~Pushpanjali
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