He had been gone for a week
It was hell for her
But he was not moved
That must’ve been the coldest greeting between them
Her tears were ready to flow right then and there
But she held herself and mustered the power
To smile and laugh as if nothing had broken her heart
The minutes went by and she could not resist a hug
It was just that .. a hug from her to him
Not an embrace .. she hugged him but he did not hug her back
She squeezed him tighter only to receive a pat on the back
A pat .. not a gentle, loving pat .. a firm emotionless pat ..
She looked into his eyes
Searching and searching for a glimpse of love and warmth in his soul
But all she found was bitterness and void
She unwrapped herself and stepped back
And watched him walk down the hall and out of her life.
Is this personal account or fiction?
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Most of my poems including this one are a mix of how I felt at a certain point in my life and adding embellishment and exaguration.
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It happens. Don’t take too many things to heart. Move on, laugh often . Amid imperfect life and flawed self , keep it light
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Lovely words .. thank you 😊
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Hope you are reading my posts and not merely liking it
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I’m reading your posts .. just not the ones in Hindu .. don’t worry I’m genuinely liking them 😁
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Hehe. Good.
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Wow
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