The Last Poetry I ever Write for You

The very last poetry I ever write
For you.
Would speak of the rainbows
we chased together
And the rains
we washed our sorrows
The nights
We shed tears together
And the morning
We lay awake sun gazing
And the nights moon gazing
And again the mornings
Efflorescing love
Would speak of the evenings
We endured nature
The petrichor before rain
And the thunder before the storm
And the songs we cheered
The endless dates
With a couple of roses you appeared
And the indecipherable moments we shared
The college days we passed chuckling
And catching each other’s eyes
Sharp smiles
Catchy looks
Holding hands
Posing for picture perfect
Would speak of my favorite books
I gave you to read, Agatha Christie’s
And the authors I talked about
The protagonists I adored and told you
About
Mr. Darcy
Allie and Noah
Jane Eyre
And
Kashaf and Zaroon
Did I ever talk, do you remember?
Oh love, I reconfirm if you reminisce us
Would speak of the coruscant galaxy
And the endless sky
That shadowed towards our happiness
And hopes and togetherness
I wonder, writing the last poetry for you
And I regret I couldn’t tell our story anymore!
But darling, it’s our love only that still resides in my heart
And despite, I couldn’t tell our story anymore!
Because I never knew our “forever” just meant 2 years minus twenty two days.. Not anymore!

-SHREYA