Picture by Arushi Rawat
The first time we met, you wore white
You smelled like a new day
And I was hoping for my night to end
Our first night turned into our second day
And as you wrapped me in your arms
Time slipped in between the sheets
I sneaked off work, you let go of your routine
In the endless excuses we made to meet
Sparks flew, expectations grew, but was it love?
Was it love when you wiped away my tears?
Was it love when you cared for me like you had known me for years?
A month later we were thrown off the deep end
A situation even hopeless romantics drown in
Under lockdown, in quarantine, at your home
We managed to get by
We fell into our own routine, seeking momentary bliss in the chaos of the world
I found my happiness in our little plays, in your bed, and by your side
But your happiness lied on the field, and not beside mine
Our fire blurred my thoughts
Those nights still haunt me today
The things that you said so effortlessly
Are stuck in my head permanently
3 months with you feels like a lifetime ago now
Maybe it only paused our impending doom
Because as the world opened up, we closed ourselves to love
You left the first chance you got
You didn't turn back
And I wonder
"Was it so easy to let me go?"
"Is this what I deserve?"
"We weren't meant to be"
Like it never meant anything to you in the first place
It was indeed not love and it was indeed easy for you
to make a fool out of my love.