poetry

Hey You

Hey you,

You are still my thought

As I rush home late night

I wonder what you are upto

The bridge is too long to build now

For me alone,

Maybe if you took two steps

But, how can I make way,

When you don’t wish for a bridge

I was your free time

And you are no longer free

Am I your hobby or is it just me

I proceed everyday

Then I remember what you say

I retreat

Not heartbroken

Disappointed

I wonder whether you choke on the

Very words that flew at me when you tapped

Your screen,

Now I pass through your workplace

Unseen

Connections broken in a second

Unrequited love

But harsh your treatment

So cold, so aloof,

Unemotional you scream

So you are still my thought

As I rush home late night

But now I just turn off my light

Stop myself from coming back to you with all my might

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