i know you still look for me.
in random parking lots.
in theaters and shopping malls.
restaurants and coffee shops.
on the road sometimes when your waiting for the red light to go green.
you go upto women who look like me only to find out that they are not me.
you squint to see who's driving whenever you see a car like mine.
you scan your mail inbox for my name.
you pick up incoming calls from unknown numbers expecting it to be me.
you scan the faces whenever you board a flight.
your last drawer still has my things and the things that remind you of me.
you eat the things i used to like to eat,even though you don't like them.
i know you still find me.
in music and movies that you know i love.
in the softness of your pillow.
in places we used to hangout in.
its okay.
its okay to look at my picture and hate me.
i know you'll be okay.
i know you'll get through.
sometimes i wish i didn't know.
3 comments:
Is this something personal? These days I don't go deep into poems of love. Preoccupied with other things, may be. But this is a new thought you talked about, and a good deal of observation about relationships. And written well :)
semi-personal;)
its not a poem of love...random stuff that needs to be dumped out of my system so that i too can remain occupied wid things which matter.
good one..
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