I still remember the question
A question,
Crucial to me
My life depended upon
Your answer to that question
But you turned away
And kept playing with your long hair
Kept looking at your toes…
So,
I waited
For the answer
As my life to flowed
I waited some more
Waited for you to turn towards me
For you to stop biting your nails
Playing with your hair,
I waited for you to stop staring at your toes
And look at me
I desperately waited for your lips to part
And say something…
This eternal wait
Has been, years long
I lived an entire life
In a flash
And still it did not happen
That you would turn towards me
Stop biting your nails
And stop staring at your toes
Now I am not the same
I don’t remember myself
Perhaps this is my new birth
Cycle of life has gone by waiting
For that quiver of your lips
To utter the answer…
Far away under that tree
Covered with a layer of flowers
There seem to be two shadows
Lying quietly side by side
If you notice closely
They are two graves
One, of my question
Another… of your answer

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