And then I heard the groaning of your voice and as I ran to you and held you in my arms, your face was marred in red, injured to an extent beyond recognition. For the moment, my heart leapt in joy at the sight of you and the next my heart stumbled upon a rock and collapsed onto the road like that on tangled shrubs with a dull thud whose sound exploded like a million atom bombs in my head and clogged my mind to an extent where my senses dropped a few notches beyond reasoning.
I caught you gazing into my eyes like a depth whose nothingness was unknown to me. As tears rolled down your cheeks making their way through the shades of crimson, you clenched my hand tighter and kissing it with your trembling lips, you finally asked,
"Wasn't my love strong enough to conquer your heart and fade the bitter memories of your first love?
Will you ever love me the way you loved your ex?" That night, my lips had no answer but words of promise.
I saw the light leaving your hazel coloured eyes.
The one with whom I imagined to spend my forever with just some moments ago was sleeping his eternal sleep in front of my eyes now. The one I surrendered my heart some moments ago was now heading towards the cosmos of stars and galaxies leaving me all numb and cold.
Its been twenty three days that I lost you and not just you, I lost half of me with you.
And again this song is hitting my eardrums, like every perfect memory you evaporated from my imperfect self. Worlds apart, as you questioned the virtue of my love for you, I'll leave your memoirs in a safely locked corner in my mind - a strange town filled with fairy lights and two fingers intertwined.
I trashed hieroglyphics of text, stale flowers, rainy nights tired into pale mornings and shelves full of books gifted on our first one month anniversary, first birthday together, first hangover into the deep ocean.
I've dumped the sky full of stars which we both used to gaze for hours, and numerous bottles with wishes of forever stuffed like the idea of red roses and perfect kisses.
Yet there are always bits and pieces of ourselves that we are always deserting, every time we are making a new arrival.
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