In the world of lovers
I am the lost one
watching you from afar
wrapped in a bedsheet
you rolled out of bed
your hair tousled and
lipstick messed up,
he again invaded my home last night
and you kissed him with passion,
night by night, I saw love
blossoming between the sheets
and over time, I have watched
the silence of your heart turning into soft moans,
with them, I heard my heart cracking an inch more

Now in the fading memories
you don’t see me anymore
yet I reached out to hold you,
but your arms were tightly knit
in a new “forever” with him
all these months,
I waited on the sidelines silently,
hoping you would utter my name
now even your hug seems a long-distant past,
and inside my heart, your love feels herself
like a caged bird,
so for the last time
I breathed in your scent as deeply as I could
I feed your love trinkets of my broken heart,
and this evening I’ll collect my baggage from your place,
but before saying you a final goodbye
I write this note believing that
it will remind you of me, and
you will hide it in a place in my home
which I can still call
mine, mine and only mine.