To meet the love of my life
And to listen to him talk
About the love of his life –
Honestly,
It wasn’t the biggest misery
At all.

Told me he was there
To wait for her,
And pick her up.
They would go home together.

There
Were sparkles in his eyes,
Was longing in his voice,
Was bliss with his fingers.

I was
And I am
Beyond doubt
Happy, to see him that way.

We don’t meet any time,
Because every time is cruel.
We don’t talk often –
It will be scary.

But meeting like this
One beautiful night
Inside a church
You wearing red
And I, in my best shade –
It isn’t bad.

To meet and talk
Accidentally like this
About the weather
How our lives go
Our political views
You’re engaging.

And I felt it too long
To be in your company
Or I might be
Overstaying
I told you I’m going.

But you did not let me go,
Like how it should be.
You took my bag like
How you have taken
A piece of me.

I wish that path was longer,
Or the church gate farther.
Being pampered
By a gentleman
That you are.

All good things must end.
So are these feelings.
Every time, all the time,
It shouldn’t be there –
This unwelcome emotion.

And I left
Like how I should do – I should be.
I left you my warm smile too,
And that part of me
Who is always with you.