A Rainy Tuesday

19/5/17

We sat there,

As we watched the ice cream, 

Melt before us, 

One last time.

I raised my eyes, 

From the muddy puddle, 

And I saw your face,

Expressionless, 

Silent.

They say, 

Silence, 

Is of two types, 

One,

Where you do not know what to say, 

The other, 

Where you have so much to say,  

But you do not know what is appropriate;

Only,

I don't believe our silence was shared this time.

We sat in our corner, 

Mirror images of each other, 

But only, 

We hadn't noticed the crack,

In between our mirror, 

That had parted us, 

Midway; 

Perhaps now, 

We were, 

A bit different.

Our eyes met, 

As you broke the silence, 

You were the first one, 

And you said;

That you've so much more to see,

So much more to do, 

And I sat there, 

Still, 

Unable to break my silence,

Unable to cry out loud.

It was raining outside, 

The rain was perhaps,

The only thing I liked about that day, 

The rest is a piercing memory,

That I cannot forget;

I cannot forget, 

How this time,

Your lips did not curve,

As you said those three words.

I looked down again, 

At my chocolate puddle, 

As the brownie turned soggy, 

As it soaked up the ice cream,

It was all a mesh now, 

And I stared as my tear drop,

Made the puddle ripple,

And the ripples thinned down as they touched the edge, 

Like the years, 

That had spread us thin now.

I looked up, 

From my puddle,

Only to see, 

That you, 

Had finally left, 

On a rainy Tuesday, 

In search, 

Of your next big adventure.