I poured mine.
Heart rode on the waves
Untamed and wild.
And charade became
Impossible to hide.
I confessed love
And he was silent.
I started to walk,
He held my hand
And repeated my words
With addition of ‘too.’
I believed it.
My particles,
Atoms,
Neurons,
All became his.
Without my consent
My each cell, tissue and,
Organ was falling in love.
I was me,
But I wasn’t.
He was mine,
Yet he wasn’t.
In return for my love,
I was given
Friendship,
Fondness
And care,
But love.
He had loved
And he had lost the spark.
No matter how high the flames
Of my heart were,
He couldn’t love me back.
He couldn’t call me home.
Today,
We both are nomads.
I, in search of him.
He, in search of her.
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