By Khushi Agarwal
Never say goodnight first-
what if you still had something left to say,
but tucked it beneath silence anyway?
I always waited,
hoping your fingers would type my name
one more time before slipping away.
It would always be a dream..
of you choosing me again,
without doubt,
without delay.
Can we just hold hands and sit again?
No words, just warmth
on a quiet, tired day.
I don’t know what made you hate me,
but if we must break,
can we at least cry in the rain?
I wish I never liked you-
or that I could erase the pain.
No matter how long I wait,
the ache remains the same.
Every beep on my phone
still raises hope in vain…
But how could this change-
when you’re a season,
and I’m the rain?