You said you'd never leave me.
You were here to stay.
Days go by,
Counting down the weeks,
Maybe you were just busy.
A month gone by...
Yeah, I shed a tear
Still believing,...
You assured me,
You would be back.
How could you forget?
I was certain you'd remember.
Months have passed,
And a little bit of reminiscence recaps.
Maybe, just maybe, someday...
If the spirit is calling,
You will embrace what you said
And you will come back.
This, I believe in still.
Perhaps, I am crazy.
Perhaps, I am sane.
Perhaps, time does not even exist.
In this matter,
It is only of the motion you guided me in
All along.

I met a story teller, one stormy night,
She stopped me and I listened,
...was Of the convincing type..
She told me a story,
I'd never heard before
of a girl and a boy and the title she wore
The story teller explained how they'd been in a fight,
how she'd lost her wits and been clumsy one night
nothing should mask your love for me...
As she told this love story,
She seemed to glow,
so many emotions I don't want her know
and explained how their love outlasted it all
How their lives still made sense after
...I Watched her slip..And fall...
The narrator seemed heavy,
with emotion filled signs
that an apology was not enough...not Even close this time..
And as she moved along, I heard her voice crackle up..
The story she told seem to leave her heavily stuck
in the mind trap I built, when I casually showed up..
This pair you see, she made it sound so real,
go back to that place, to allow wounds to heal
determined to fight, she won't win tonight *
He controlled even the thoughts she hid deep in her mind
And more then once left her hanging on lips they always find
*she's thriving on the fire burning hot with desire..
he talked and she listened, putting her thoughts on a mission
Forgetting the plot, her story trailed off..
if she would just say those words... 3 simple words...
She listened to the boy, tried retaining it all,
but couldn't help wondering how planned was this call
you're here, you see, that's more then I need..
All along she assumed what the boy always knew,
but he strung her along, leaving less obvious clues
they don't even like her, no one knows her like I do..
She lays stuck in his trap, as the rain slowly taps
The view seems forgotten from behind foggy glass
I'm going to make this one linger, longer then the last
She tells him she loves him, but that much he knew
she longs to be held, not broken and used
I remember all her tricks, but this power is new...
She doesn't want to leave but he's got what he needs
And again she lays empty overcome with defeat
knocked her straight off her naked feet...
The story tellers emotions, changed noticeably so,
and the tears that were falling fell silently slow
she pulls again at the tearing rope
She tells how the girl felt remarkably aware
How the boy seemed to watch, borderline stare
I will keep a tally of her wrongs and title revenge as "Fair"
She longs to break free of the hold that he keeps
Praying some day she'll find a heart on a sleeve
I'll always have her heart, she wouldn't dare to leave
The story goes on, explains the who's where's and how longs
Recaps similar instances, where emotions seemed calm
this isn't right, it all feels wrong..
The story teller begins to plead, she really wanted me to see,
how much this girl had loved this boy, and how she prayed he'd set her free.
make her understand, I only want what best for me...
Her tears, they dry, still silent and slow,
leaving cheeks lightly dampened by a salty glow
*I don't love you too, I really don't miss you, and by the way, they all hate you.

I need to start doing recaps
when I come home
So I know what I am capable of that day
That way
I don't end up exploded and exhausted
My splattered insides looking up at me
From all over the room
Something I can't just clean up with a broom

At half past ten when alone with my slice
for you had early dinner on doctor's advice
I miss you darling at the dining table
your listening of my recaps of the day's fables!

Now I have my dinner in an empty space
with none to be teased none to address
just eating in silence on my lonely chair
missing you darling wishing you were there.

If you aren't there who do I tease
who do I sell poems who do I please
my avidest listener most ardent fan
I miss you badly my dining companion.

Comes half past ten I don't feel nice
sitting by myself with the lonely slice
now I know dear it's no small price
to not have you at dinner on doctor's advice.

In the shadows of my mind
somewhere behind
useless facts and birth dates of
those no longer in my life
I hope to excavate
memories of childhood
distant comforts
like after-school walks 'round the block
cozy movie nights, three on the couch
follow-up recaps over lunch
whiffs of my mother's Indian cooking
met with scoffs
sounds of crickets at dusk
and more non-events that have led me
to these renewed moments of musing

Netflix and pop ****
Sorry pop corn
Didn't know which way my hand was
Girlfriend's beside you
Somehow she's coming closer
And nagging
Touching brings resonates
Remotely
With frivolous flirtations
Bring you up to speed
Of recaps and replays
Of your trusty TV
Conversation's nice
With a pizza slice
When the important parts
Are featuring Radhika Apte
Aptly the ghouls of the past
And the flower *** that are now glass
The monocles that my father's father had
Keep me spectated about history
Somehow the floral essence of
Music that rings from pianos
Hanging by the door
Of rosewood and mahogany
Mahogany being the piano
And Rosewood door
There was no concept
Of Ebony and Ivory
Keying at the door