Oh there he comes

As our eyes meet

But the feeling stood for a while

I have a flashback of our embraces

And the warmth of the kisses.

A recap of event crosses my mind

And as I sigh

 I skip a heartbeat.

Maybe he has finally realized

That I have my heart turned to a stone

All the closeness I felt

Turned despair in cyclone

Everything left behind has turned grey

Perhaps it took him a while

Maybe I was in a hurry with my feelings

Turning hostile

But now, as I look at him

Through the door, I smile

As I see him desperate

With his spirits that reconcile to mine

And even for briefly

Those traces I leave behind

Are pleasingly worthwhile.

(C) Freak_Sneha

Hello Readers.

Thank you so much for such warming feedback for my previous post. Assuming that you waited anxiously for Part II, here I am as promised. Honestly, it has been a different experience writing it, and I am sure people may have experienced similar feelings.

“Some love stories aren’t epic novels. Some are short stories. But that doesn’t make them any less filled with love.” –Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City

For those who haven’t read Part I of this poem:

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