Two Graves

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