Welcome back
And he'd watch her become an aura of light when the night arrives.
All the dark nights that had called for a friend,
He'd watch her tears glow and brush them off.
Now as he sits beside an empty chair, he wonders if he is broken too.
He wonders if he should have let her tears cascade and form a puddle in his hands,
The warmth from it giving birth to words he wished he had said now.
The outlines of her face softened with time,
And he couldn't remember what her laugh sounded like.
He was slowly forgetting her,
all that was left of her was an emptiness with so much love to give.
So much love.
He wonders if he'll recognise her in the crowd after all these years,
Or would he regret the photographs he burnt in an attempt to forget her.
He wonders if he'll ever remember her like the day she left,
And he couldn't ask her to stay.
The longing for a person that would never come back,
And the carefully woven sentences he wanted to say,
Came alive like ghosts of stars that couldn't light up the sky.
It would find him on his bed in the morning, when he something reminds him of her vaguely,
When he drinks his tea in the afternoon,
And finally confronting him at night as they rested
On his heart and reminded him
How they used to get tangled in her hair when she looked at him.
He wonders what he'll do with the 'Welcome back's he had been practicing for years.
He wonders whether the moonlight would shine through them when they meet.
He wonders if she knew that she belonged in a world so painstakingly his.
He wonders if he'll forget her one day and stuff her remains in the gaps of the word 'love'.
He wonders if she'll want to stay this time around.
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