You and I

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You and I, sit in silence. Wind is blowing, and its half a past ten. There is nothing in between us than the few unsaid words, feelings that are dangling and which will never touch the ground and neither the sky.
Grief is the only thing I will be left with in the end. So, I choose to leave them dangling. I said to the memories.
You leave too soon, I remember you used to jump and run fast and take 2 stairs at a time, I remember it even today that I never knew what you were you upto.All the conversations we have left amidst, still hang at the doorway. They never left the home as you did. I still forget paths, I still feel low, and I still hear your words in the empty corridors as I go, I sometimes don’t know where I am going. Greif is always backed up, may be with some kind of guilt, I want to move on ,leave the deadly mansion ,but still backspace my feelings because I know how it feels in the end. You made me realize how difficult it would always for me till the day I die. I know you don’t care anymore.
But sometimes I want to tell you, I want to let you know that grief is what you get when you spill love backwards, and some days it’s how you spell love.

I still find words stuck inside my throat and I cough them off next morning, I think sometimes if sometimes just comes in your mind at random occasions and you laugh till you know exactly why you are crying, does the weather reminds you off the poem I wrote about the raindrops, do you feel little heavy, Probably you don’t and you never did. You only made me believe this.
But remember you don’t pluck the flowers you love .You did.
Probably for you I was a page ,not even a chapter, but for me you were a novel, I used to read.
Before I burnt.
I shut doors behind me ,so that no one could come and disturb my solace, even if I wanted not to be alone, I choose to be, I don’t fight for humans anymore. They leave eventually.
You turned over pages, you had new pages to read,
I burnt the book ,the only book I used to read.
I laugh at the chaos you did, and I try not to cry.

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