It's Over

If it was supposed to happen
It should've happened quickly.

Not like this -
Slow, painful: like the whipping
Out of an old movie reel.

If it was going to happen
It should've burnt us down fast.

It is hard -
Standing still and watching
Five years thrown away just like that.

I was not sure what we had left
To stand up for:
We stopped fighting for our sinking ship.

So I told you, 'It's not working anymore.'
You simply agreed with me and
Hung up.

If this was really what was going to happen,
I swear to you, it should've been one fell sweep.

This is like a gradual burning:
Numbing, enflaming and breaking us
Into splinters and shards of the butchered memories.

Five years have,
Quite simply, evaporated.

(If I learnt what reliability, love and being there meant, I learnt only from him. He taught me important lessons about love, friendship, companionship and what it takes to be a human being. He's, perhaps, the only person I know who is good. I love him. He deserves God's best.

Our ship sank today - five years of invested togetherness is lost in just 5 minutes. I lived a lifetime of love and friendship with him. I have only memories and fragments of the person I am to show the tremendous effect he has on me. He is, quite simply, the best person I've known. Words will never do to express what I feel for him.

I'm numbed. I'm sad. I'm alone. I'm ready to erupt. I wonder if we would ever get friends like the way we've been for each other.)