Beginning Of An End

It bothers me how dinner conversations have turned silent,

And the sound of television has replaced it with ease.

Even during reunions, we are left with minimal words to talk about.

When informal dull jokes turn to formal small talks,

It's the sign that either the essence of the relationship has faded,

Or it's the beginning of another closure.

I hate when the end is not in my hand,

And I have to share with someone,

He/she decides to move on,

Without informing me,

Leaving me wonder what went wrong and when.

You are supposed to give signals,

Or something before pulling the cord.

I on the other hand sit down on the cold floor,

Wondering if I missed the sign,

Or was it my fault?

I sit down to stitch the endings,

And false promises with dried strings.

After every heartbreak, no matter how small it is,

I find myself sitting in the same place,

At the rustic store room,

With a needle and a thread,

Mending the broken parts and stitching them together.

Often the closures come to an end,

And the goodbyes are skipped

Like,

We skip the end credits

Or the intros in Netflix series,

I wonder who invented the skip button.

You skipped my chapter in your life,

Without reading it till the end.

Sometimes, I think it's better to confine things to oneself,

Than looking for someone to share it with.

At least I won't betray myself,

I won't skip the end credits,

I realised how I had taken myself granted for so long,

I think that's how I started valuing the importance of "self-love".

And I have never stopped putting myself before anybody else.