Lost Love Poem by Subarna Chakraborty

I don't know if what's stopping me
is what's stopping you.
Seems like we live
in a parallel world.
You don't know where to begin,
and I—
I don't know where to end.
Still, we keep moving anyway.
I know you lied
when our eyes met.
So did I—
not lies, just sighs.
I still hear the giggles
of the parking lot,
and my doorbell ringing at dawn.
Warm pasta
and fine wine
remind me
of something once my own.
Although I don't recall us much,
for I think we played our role.
You know I love the moon-half—
I feel our story whole.