ALSphere Foundation
That blue drawer: privy to the stacked letters,
Some feeble, some crumpled others desolate,
That dried rose intact underneath the ‘sketched heart’,
An unfulfilled ailment: an unfinished lover’s chronicle,
The perpetual self-talk -worthless, he isn’t here.
That first date, first cappuccino, that first glance,
The conversation filled with nervous yet engaging smile,
That accidental drop of the menu card,
Time like an anthology of romantic moods,
Those shy eyes meeting for a second: philanthropic!
The sound of the ceiling fan- a vital interruption,
That flickering of lamp drawing shadows of the letters,
Memory is a strange thing at times,
The love story now a ‘double edged sword’,
His leaving me in a benign, civil manner: justified?
Excuse me I accepted the proposal,
Excuse me I defied the societal norms,
Excuse me my nights plagued by his absence,
That song – ‘it must have been love but…’,
Excuse me no one could love him like I did!
