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Resolution

 


I overslept on the cosy couch, 

Once again, 

I bet the bugs recognised me, 

The clock ticked on my time, 

The wind gossiped with the trees about my secret. 

I bet they would talk about my last 

resolution, 

Not to come here again, 

To visit him. 

But two bottles of island wine and some sweet talks at the bar

Made me come here. 

I read his eyes when he looked at me, 

There was despair and sleeplessness. 

In the air of intoxication and between the dimming lights, 

I tried to read his lips, 

I sensed the different alphabets 

trying to escape the choking

In his mouth. 

I remember strolling through the city, 

Amidst the happy cries of children

And honking of vehicles. 

At times I tripped and he held me, 

Telling 'I got you'. 

But he didn't, I tripped again

In front of the church, 

By the parking lot, 

In the sidewalks of the city fair, 

Where the horses of the merry-go-round mocked at me

While galloping around the center. 

My haziness overpowered my senses, 

Before I get here, 

To remember anything. 

But I see my framed picture 

Still looking at me from his bedside table. 

She seems to judge my weakness, 

Which made me, 

Stumble into him on purpose

when I shouldn't have. 

She seems to be a lot stronger than I'm now, 

But she is a beautiful stranger now, 

Lost in an alternate reality of happiness. 

All these walls and ceilings, paintings and draperies, 

Together sing a sorry song when I left

But please don't bother,

I can barely remember you and your ways. 

But I clearly remember him and his ways, 

Well enough to see nothing has changed. 


A. C

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