Fading Love Story
Fading Love Story1 min 369 1 min 369
Its 9 pm and I
Walk down to the bench, our bench.
I sit under the gloomy lamplight
With the book that you gave me.
It's been four months since we've spoken.
I've forgotten what you sound like.
How you laugh,
The way you twitch your eyes,
How your lips move,
Your ardent fascination with the moon,
And all the other insignificant things
That I vaguely remember about you.
Well, I've always been taught
To stand tall in the face of the things
That I can't control,
So I've started coming down
Here, after dinner hoping
To control the thought of you
(Doesn't really work though).
The way we were,
And how you've made me feel
About myself all the while,
Is the reason I am what I am today.
And if I have a chance to go back
And start our ephemeral journey
All over again knowing,
That it would end the same,
I'd do it in a blink of an eye.
Can't roll the dice on it.
Our love may not have a favorable end
But it did have a benevolent journey;
And I think that matters more;
Well, at least to me.
And I would be lying if I told you,
That not a single day went by when
I didn't wish it would've worked out
Between us because I did.
I never really believed when they said
That "Part of the journey is the end".
Guess they're right after all.
The moon's in the waning
Crescent phase today.
Quietly, the moon fades away,
And so does our story.