What We've Become

What we’ve become

Or should I say “what has become of us”?

Slowly with time, not only the hour hand drifted, but also your heart.

You had said, it beats only for me,

Yet now it breathes another’s name to being…

Your emotions flickered, like a candlelight in the wind.

The wind blew; it was cold…

Like a fast reel of memories, snaps and pictures

All I saw were the smouldered ashes of you and me.

Ashes, left of fires that mightily burned.

Grey scenes of a love that vigorously yearned.

My fears have crept upon me,

And here we are, parting ways without a tinge of ‘bye’.

In your words, describe what love has made of us.

Were the dreams a waste of mind’s imagination?

Were the words sung so empty that the breeze

carried them away without restraint?

My too-shattered heart wishes to speak no more

Today marks a nightmare I wish to wake from and see no more...

I can boldly say, it feels safer in a stranger’s arms

Than yours could ever be…