Today marks a month since we haven’t spoken. Today marks a month since our friendship was broken. I don’t know what happened, And I don’t know what I did. All I remember is the letter I wrote… The letter which took us a p a r t.
I had polished it Cleaned it, And fine-tuned it To make it perfect for you, my ex best friend. But believe me when I say, that’s when our friendship ended. I remember how I typed it , And how I wrote it. And I remember doing it four times…
I had forgotten it all, Forgotten it like it was a bitter medicine, One which only left a bad aftertaste in my mouth. Until, I found the letter. That was when I began to cry, That was when I realized That, this loss was my prize. A prize for wanting too much, A prize for getting too close, too attached Like threads in my clothes. The only thing left, was for it to be burnt.
I burnt it and watched it turn into ashes. I watched our memories fade away. I remember how viciously the flames fought its way to my face. As if it was saying : “This is what you get- shame and disgrace.” And all I could do was cry, As I watched our memories fade a w a y.