Something quivers in my heart
When I see the same name
Which he has…
The drink he drank
That pristine blue florescence
Of that drink
Makes my heart
Skip a beat
When I see one
I am not good with numbers
But still his car number
Etched in my mind
Only looking at it just once
The places we stopped
When I pass by those lanes
Just for a fraction of a second
Makes me stop my breath
We fought
But not a lot
I knew I had to part ways
Before it turned too ugly
Or maybe it had already turned ugly
That's why I parted.
I just don't know
What power he has over me
I cannot tag it
It's not magic
And it's definitely not love
How do I know?
I just know
With him
There was turmoil
Uproar, unrest
And guilt
Without him
There is none
Just peaceful sighs
I heave.
I do have an option
To turn the times
Because the memories of us
Brings a smile
Yet,
I want them to be memories only
My mind has devoted a section
To his remembrance
Which I cannot measure
What scale measure memories?
I moved on
So has he
But it still
Astonishes me
How I devoted a considerable
Part of me to him
Without even my permitting it.
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