They called it infatuation,
They said the feeling will fade over time,
Little did they know,
That I was so attached to him,
Truly, I knew what I was feeling.
It’s been years now,
After George left,
It was difficult to move on,
Everything seems to remind me of him,
His favourite Tv show,
Few of his wears which he had tucked away in the closet,
Made me miss him, terribly,
Truly, I knew what I was feeling.
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Maybe I should have chased,
Probably begged,
Maybe I should have pushed further,
To write our love story,
But I was unusually taciturn,
And watched him leave,
My friend once said,
If he is truly yours, he will come back for you.
Nevertheless,
I knew what I was truly feeling.
I chose to move on,
It wasn’t my fault he left,
I chose to shine on,
It wasn’t my fault he left me groping in the dark,
As soon as I took out his wears from the closet and burn them,
As soon as I stopped watching his favourite shows,
As soon as I learnt to go to the movies alone without lingering in the dark for his touch,
And as soon as I learnt to lay alone in the couch listening to the cool melody of life,
George appeared in front of my door on a winter morning,
With a pleading look,
I nodded disapprovingly and closed the door behind.
I wept,
Because I have waited for this day to come,
It is too late now, George.
Because, I have learnt to do it all by myself.
It’s too late now, George,
Because another dude, is behind this shine.
