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Poems
Sep 2019
State
it was raining that night
when we sat down at the
patio surrounding
the well - lit
building that I used to
love and hate
we were there
and it's almost
impossible
to hear you breathe
as the raindrops fall audibly
on the roof.
"what am I to you?"
was the thing I had never
imagined asking
and I could almost feel
the churning
in the pit of my stomach
and the upwelling
feeling of regret
if I would ever, ever
like your response
and there, I realized
in a chain of thought that
asking you of what
I perceived me to be
is a
dead-end risk
and the moment
I doubted
'what we are'
I knew
that
things are never going
to be the same
anymore
I tried to focus on the rain
waiting for your answer
and you muttered
'I don't know'
we drown, together
in the silence
and I can hear us
detaching.
what am I to you?
things we hate to ask
#status
#regret
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