Midnights

By Bhoomika Vijayakumar 

 

Tear my heart, one more time,
Even if that is not how our tale is told.
All these midnights, waking up by your side,
And there is me, falling for love,
And there is your stained heart like glass,
That I broke.

I do sometimes wonder what we will do?
I'd rather stare at you than stare at empty pages,
In such a way that even the sky blushed.
Now, you haunt me in empty hallways.
Years ago, we were just inside.

I still search for you
In the crowds, in the empty parking lots,
And in midnights like this, I look up to the stars,
Only to realize, you never cared.

I wonder where you could be right now?
For years, I've not said your name out loud,
And I've thought about what I would say,
If only you ever stayed.


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