he saw me last night(poem)

he and his dirty hands.

Prachi P
2 min readOct 29, 2024

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Photo by Nicolas Falgetelli on Unsplash

He saw me last night and he didn’t flinch

I got scared and took a step back

For a minute I thought he was someone else

I was screening and looking at everyone

While waiting for my friend

Wasn’t expecting him to be there

Was he not with her that day

When I passed by him

And he was standing near a

Bench on the pathway

I saw her smiling and fixing her hair

As he was telling her something funny

He is not funny, to be honest

Why does he think he is?

Maybe because he won

By joking on my breath

When I reached to him for surface

He must be laughing at my existence

After everything

I must have gone back to my shelter

He must have thought

Why did he think like that?

Maybe I have shown him

How weak my love is for him

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Prachi P
Prachi P

Written by Prachi P

A Frontend developer. Either I am coding the project or I am writing about code, life, poetry, etc.

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