With every fleeting breath,
All we were doing was holding on just a bit longer,
Were we, each other’s nightmares?
Weren’t we?
Hatred was never scribbled on our scrolls,
Never with our quills,
As they say, hate is not the opposite of love,
Indifference is…
And when in the concrete desert made by us,
She passes by,
With a familiar enigma,
The same afterglow of her being,
Still gets me weak in the knees,
But the indifference she emanates,
Withers me bit by bit
Makes me decay, one cruel moment after another.
Because the thrones of worldly gods, don’t matter anymore…
If the seat beside you is empty…