Your reticence hurts my ears,
but not as much as it was hurting my heart.
With the silence, I know you heard it.
The many shards of my heart,
sharp as glass, unappealing.
As each day passed by,
my hands reached for the pieces.
They pierced my skin,
as I desperately tried to place them back into one.
I’m so close,
for there’s just one more fragment.
But there was nothing else left to place.
I turned to glance at your beautiful hands.
There, you held the missing piece.
Confused, I reached for it but
you wrapped your hand around it.
Terrified, I shut my eyes.
I didn’t hear the shatter.
Instead, you gently held on to it.
My eyes reached your eyes,
and I saw.
The pain, the hurt, and the sadness.
You didn’t want this to happen,
as much as I did.
A single gaze brought back,
every memory I wanted to forget.
You took my hurting hands,
and we place the pieces back.
You took a shard from me,
and I took a shard from you.
For you’ll always be a part of me,
as I’ll still be a part of you.
For these outside forces may have won right now,
but we will end up with the crown.
And as I turned away with my Frankenstein heart,
I heard you whisper,
-Written by Alankriti Singh for MTTN
-Artwork by Apurva Bandyopadhyay
Image credits: Google Images