A Photo Of Me

did you never really love me?

not when you called me by your name

enamored by that film

not when you added mine to yours

not when you held my hand

and said that you do.

you said I am a part of you

and that day you sent me a picture

and said you had been looking at it

for hours and you were in love

that was my picture

and not a very good one

were you lying?

on many occasions when I said

i am here to listen without judgement

and you can tell me anything

and you trusted and opened your wounds

you also said, "tumhare siwa mera hai hi kaun"

was I not to trust you, love?

or you said hurtful things

instead of goodbye

so we part without hope

of a reconciliation

and cherish in our hearts

the little love we shared

and feel good about

letting each other go.