email

i.
I know that
we love him
differently,
really meant:

ii.
I know that
you want to
screw
him, and

iii.
I know that
I'll always love him, but

(I don't know anything
anymore.)

'Tis now...
Silence.
No more memories to share.
Got no more new emails
Or days to bear.
I've waited
Days
Days
Days on end.
Up to now.
I should be okay, right?
I should be, "Oh it's okay. You don't exist. Never Never!"
But, I'm lying to myself, aren't I?
A little more than the usual.
Blast from the past? Hahah, I'm game.
It hit me fast, fast as a slap in the face.
Stinging, ringing, twitching, HARD.
I thought I was over it, really!
I thought you were done, seriously!
Stopped, did the blooming concern
Stopped, did the yearning burn.
Now now, I'm just a little girl.
Went and typed and typed to her heart's content.
Only to find, what it really meant.
Found him, the shining star.
He said he would come soon.
When the sun came low and laughter was sparse.
Three silly boys, came to meet a dream's end.
One's off to forever matrimony
Another's off twiddling his thumbs
And the last, saunters aimlessly to nowhere.
Myself, I...
Try my best to hide the reminiscence of
"The three young men and forever lost."

I’ll write that message
Knowing
You won’t read it.

Delete.

And in it
I’ll write
How angry I am,
How you could
Have done that,
And not been there,
And not seen
The way I used to look at you.

Delete.

I’ll sign it
With my name
And remember
How you used to
Make it sound
So different.
So much more than just a name.

Delete.

I’ll add
A P.S