One Last Time Poem by Rashmi Menon

would you believe me

if i told you

i can 'be', 'live'

without you or 'e'

to bridge my gaps

and help me talk to life?


would you buy me

if i say i'm over you,

shopping now in another

arcade for a different facade?


would it please you

to know that

you neither please nor displease me;

i've shelved you

into a passive,

massive ice-box freeze,

archived with anchovies and cherries

from all my days- cheerios and chokers?


don't touch base,

i shall abase no more,

either you or me.

and i don't want to say

you bore me, bore a hole

in any wall, anywhere between

you and me.