Break Up

By Harjyot Kaur

I saw you on the other side of the room,

a drink in your hand, a smile on your face;

my heart sank, but you looked happy, 

so I stole one last glance, and left. 

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I remember everything about that day,

each detail of that past, engraved on my mind;

I remember how your hold on my body loosened,

your face became lifeless; 

your smile, it just disappeared, 

never to be seen again,until tonight.

I held your hands in mine,

all too aware that this will be the last time,

I looked at you, or at least I tried, 

and I told you, it’s time to say goodbye.

You let go of my hands, and I’ve never 

felt that warmth again; how can I?

Strange hands are always cold.

I remember that piercing look,

how it tore me into countless unfathomable pieces, 

some of which I’m still trying to work with,

barely able to hold on to them;

Others lost in the process of letting you go.

You walked away that day,

just looked at me, and left;

never said a word. 

The silence lingered, and now,

after months, I still feel it,

walking beside me; my only 

companion now.

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I stole one last glance, 

not ready to have to leave you again,

Half-hoping you’ll meet my eyes,

But the silence stared at me, 

And told me, it’s time to say goodbye (again).