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he saw me last night(poem)

he and his dirty hands.

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

When every time

it breaks me the same

as he leaves

But this time it was different

My friends and family warned me about him

I was in love

“One day he will break and it will be hard to breathe”

My mom said

“But he is not that person” I defended

“Then why can I see him when the candles

on your cake are melting”- Mom retorted

“Cause….” I stopped

I had to

No excuses were left for him

So this one day when he left

I stopped

Waiting for him

This day I forgot that he exists

It happens like that only

No rush no cries

One day it was all silent

And you realize you love it more

then the hand touching you

which has touched many

There

he stood tall with his pride

nothing he is ashamed of

I smiled and was on the verge of laughter

When he said

“I know you missed me”

I looked at him again and burst into that controlled

laughter while I walked toward my friend.

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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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