Laughter rotates the room,
This isn’t what bothers me though.
It is the distant, “I told you so”.
I hear it at least thrice.
So many eyes are on mine.
This is the celebration
I receive, when someone who means
The world to me walks out of my life.
Perplexed emotions will surface,
And then collide with my conscience.
Adjacent jargons. Nothing leaves my mouth.
Time of the essence, I am no fool.
But I am hurting, silently.
Damp eyes, which are tired of thinking.
Low moans and a high pitch sigh of
I can not sit here and pout because
he gave me a ring and then took it back.
The ring that tanned my ring finger,
Is off.
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