By-Angelaa Kaur
Dear loneliness
To begin with, I am sorry because
I lied, you are not dear to me,
you never really were.
But you are my punctual and faithful best friend
who creeps in
mostly at the dirtiest hours
when the long clutchy
hands of the clock resonate
with the tune of my tears.
Though you stand by me when nobody else does,
you must know,
you have consumed every part
of me like the termites do
to the woods. you see, now
I have nothing left to fill in myself.
Although on some days, you
make me feel as if I am
fighting a never ending war,
but I do not really agree to
people who talk ill of you,
for you have given me my
way with palpable words.
You have taught me to measure
my emptiness in deep nights,
in versus of poetry,
in eyes of people.
Trust me, it is like
the depth of ocean.
Importantly, you have given me my time with new colours to fill and paint a new blazy world.
Lately, I do realize, you have given me the ability to find and see sunsets,
rays of sunshine at dawn,
the phases of moon,
the sky,
the stars as a great opportunity to
carve out a new way,
a whole new narrative maybe.
So, the next time you wait for
me at 3 am, hoping I would
ring your bells, believe me
you will be in for disappointments.
For after these long years with you,
I have started liking being on my own and now, I am okay
with and about it.
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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn
I like how the letter started in the format of a letter; perhaps the ending could be in the same format? The imagery of the termites is interesting and stands out in the poem.