Memories of a Friendship PastA Poem by PreetiHe captured her soul, ripped her sanity away and never came back...
I may put on a mask of insensitivity I may wear an expression of carefree cynicism But midnight comes and the new day changes nothing— my heart still beats on with the same tune of regret. Yes, my dear, the words ring in my head The falling sensation retains its strength— I lie in bed, stare at the ceiling, and smile while your ghost floats and coats my skin with tears. Oh, beloved, I pour over your letters The ink has faded but meaning lingers. And what was the meaning, my dear? Did you ever care enough to say you did— Or were your words and gestures as farce as my façade of an unbroken heart? But what’s left of me doesn’t care: My memories may be a sweet delusion: oxygen for my fire of hope. It burns lightly within, a spark or inferno (decided by the words I choose to read) But you beautiful soul, it never dies Despite the sorrow, the screams and the lies. No, your ghost brushes his lips to my pain While you wander the world, your conscience Sheltered by the mask of sanity on my face. © 2008 PreetiReviews
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