Some moments freeze
Perhaps it’s the coldness of it.
Years later,
Its still a picture,
Painted on my cornea,
Pointed at a deeper sense,
Tainted with todays,
Hinted with you..
Some moments are stilled,
Perhaps it’s the ineptitude of the participants.
Years before,
When I walked off,
When you stood staring,
But for my footsteps
With just silence between us,
And a lot more.
Some moments are silent,
Perhaps it’s the unfathomable clamor.
Did u wait as usual,
For me to turn and look at you?
Or u knew I wouldn’t..
I will never know.
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