A Signature Poem by Shafna Shamsuddin

Cursive it was … how you wrote
In black …and used a fountain pen
It was, indeed, a beautiful one
You used the same even back then

Once to promise to be with me forever
Today again, to free from that promise for ever

Do you remember, the first time, dear?
You signed and smiled saying ‘'yours forever''
And together forever, eight years down the lane
We are shaking hands towards one's own mean

Funny, we used a fountain pen
As if it meant a serious one
A crayon would have been a charming choice
Silly it was back then, and sillier it is now
Had we known to be silly like that
Colorful, would have been the life we lacked

Yet on a serious note let me tell you
We loved each other, once upon a time
Funny, we didn't have a signature back then
By signing, what were we declaring to the realm?

Bruised are our hands, let go dear
Haven't we had it till our souls tear
Once again, lets sign to make peace with the past
And off to the future, lets venture with a good heart