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Agnes Lyndy Apr 2020
Standing in a place so familiar
A place where memories were once made
A place where imaginary giggles still echoed.

I can see myself in every corner
Laughing,
Playing,
Seldom, crying.

A place that was once mine
And now, is someone else's.

I looked up the sky, still the same
The stars still up there
Smiling at me
The moon still in the same spot,
Just like the last time I was there
The floor is so dusty
That I begin to wonder if anyone still lived there.

I looked up at the moon-lit sky once more
This time, my glance fell on the three bright stars of the Orion 's belt
I think of my little family ;
Me in the middle,
My parents on either sides.
It' s the only place where,
I can see us together now
For, they too, like this
'Dusty- old terrace',
have become
bitter sweet memories
That do nothing, but warm up my heart
And let tears
roll down my cheeks.
Agnes Lyndy Apr 2020
Only the stars knew...
how much I searched the night sky...
for a constellation akin to your face
knowing 'twas the only medium connecting us.

Only the stars knew...
how much I cried those nights,
knowing that you'd never be mine.

Only the stars knew...
how much I longed to hold your hand and gaze at them...
with you by my side.

Only the stars knew...
The plethora of thoughts that crossed my mind,
every time I barely managed to look into your eyes.

Only the stars knew...
that I knew..
I was just charmed...
by the face I saw..
Just the face,
not the person.
Just the face...
Just the pleasure I got
from stealing glances at it.

And finally,
Only the stars knew...
the guilt and shame,
accompanying these thoughts.

— The End —