Miracle

Even after I left, I wished I had stayed.

You stopped me from leaving but I still did for the fear ate me up.

My eyes see you in the crowd only to realize that it was a mistake.

Streets and alleys, offices and buses, colleges and seminars,

And any other random places that you might or might not visit,

I expect to run into you.

You are fading from my memory…

We don’t have any memory to share anyway.

But I had spun many stories on the walls of my room, painted your pictures across the pages of the books, written many letters and caged my heart,

For I am afraid to break.

I know you will never hurt me but you will never love me either.

My poetry started with you,

As I tried to pull you closer with rhythms and rhymes,

But you could only hear the cacophony that my fear was shrieking out incessantly.

Will you hear the story if I take a lot of time?

Will you judge if I sound mean or jealous?

What about the bad decisions and mistakes…will you forgive me for those?

I am in despair for the pain my dishonesty is causing me.

Despite pretending to move on, I didn’t take a single step.

I am still here…waiting for a miracle…

be it you, 

or somebody else.