Prove me not wrong
I would be a liar to say I have not missed her. I wish I could tell her, how I miss her, more than I missed anyone else all my life.
I try hard not look back and yet I watch over my shoulders, if she is coming back. I stare at the empty road, which I intended to walk with her.
A minute I tell myself she has left for good and the next, I search for her. I wait for the solitary message that never arrives.
Her thought makes me lonely, for I had not loved someone like I loved her. I long to tell her things that never saw light.
With her, I believed, I had a right, right to expect, expect her to be the same forever. I wish I could ask her, if she cannot prove me right, atleast prove me not wrong.
I try hard not look back and yet I watch over my shoulders, if she is coming back. I stare at the empty road, which I intended to walk with her.
A minute I tell myself she has left for good and the next, I search for her. I wait for the solitary message that never arrives.
Her thought makes me lonely, for I had not loved someone like I loved her. I long to tell her things that never saw light.
With her, I believed, I had a right, right to expect, expect her to be the same forever. I wish I could ask her, if she cannot prove me right, atleast prove me not wrong.
posted by Sri Harsha at Sunday, May 13, 2007
1 Comments:
You must have really loved her a lot,or rather,so it seems!
mebbe the pain that came was only a harbinger of better things that would follow up...
hope is immortal,as they say :-)
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