BY RUKHSAR MEHTA
I want you to come back,
but can't bring myself to ask.
I've grown used to being strong,
like wearing a mask.
My mind says, "it's time to move on,"
but my heart won't consider.
Despite so much pain,
it refuses to turn bitter.
Days pass, and I stay strong,
yet inside I wonder,
what else could go wrong?
The tears won't stop,
not until you leave.
It's heartbreak all over again,
Universe, I never knew you had this up your sleeve!