The melody played
when I opened myself in front of her,
and even though the beauty reflected from its choir,
the music was a sad one.
We were best friends, the closest buddies,
willing to cross over all boundaries
to force open any chains
that tried to pull us apart
and sever our time.
But this was something new, unthought of,
and I was the first to push through.
And for the sake of normalcy,
she thought it was wise to retract back
and act as if nothing happened!
But the train had left
and there was no more station to hold on,
no more definitions suited our place
and no more reasons made me feel safe.
I was hurt, more so than she realized,
but not for her rejection
but because for her, nothing had changed.
It was painful to realize
that my feelings didn’t reach her,
that all the bounds that I forsake
didn’t let her see how my world had changed
and the seasons evolved
into something blissful.
The change was accepting for me
but uncanny for her,
and with that resolute,
she chose to keep everything normal
and decided to believe that nothing ever happened!
It was as if viewing life as the game
and she, as the level I never played.
You know the sad thing!
She doesn’t realize the brutality
of finding oneself at a place
that no more belongs to either side,
that once that door is opened,
there’s no way to go back,
no path to fall through-
she doesn’t know the pain
in not being able to move on,
that without closure,
the whole world would be at a standstill
and there would be no sunrise
after the teary night.
The hope of getting that one affection would hold on
and the world would change
and leave us all alone.
·love