And then you left.
You were never meant to leave,
I was never meant to be conquered,
This was never meant to happen.
The Church bells chimed,
As one entered in black while the other entered in white,
Both of their husbands waiting at the altar.
That spark in your eyes when I’d do something cute,
That lopsided smile when I’d make out of myself a fool,
That hand on my waist to let me know you’re there,
I could say I miss those, but I don’t,
For it’ll always be etched in my soul.
I’ve never liked cliches,
Never consciously written one either,
But what can I say of those
That you’ve unwittingly introduced?!
I like them, I hate them,
I hate how I like them,
I’ve fallen for your clichés.
Heck! This sounds like one.
I can’t tell if you’ll stay
And usher those any further,
What I can tell is when you’re gone,
I’ll never go back to disliking those rather.
You look at him,
He looks at you,
That sweet gesture is enough for you.
This continues for a few more stations,
Until you’ve gotto bid adieu.
You walk up to the door
And notice with fret,
His eyes never followed your footsteps,
You look back to your seat and realize,
That look was meant for the girl behind.
When did vodka climb up your priority ladder?
When did ‘ saving us’ get knocked down to the bottom?
Questions we both don’t know how to answer.