Fading Remnants
it’s all still crystal clear within my head,
how on stage she used to turn and bend.
i remember how accurate were her steps,
it was always the mic she holds,
and it was steps that she creates.
she who captivates crowd in a dance so bold,
she whose passion’s poured into songs and all those.
then there was i who use pen,
whose eyes were fixated on lines and phrases,
for solely to words i have long fallen;
thus i define vivacity by rhymes and tales.
later then, as dichotomy becomes a hindrance,
thy torn after all is opt to accept and swallow
that blunt verity that formed an enormous distance—
between the ineluctably discordant wired two
and i who left yet felt as if been left in mist.
drowned of overwhelming emotions even in aftermath,
recognized every single disparity that there is,
begun to believe we really were better apart.
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May 11, 2019