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.
