Gift that made me cry

It’s not worth it, none of it was

Noone was relevant, wrote without conviction

I said all that to hurt you because you hurt me

You refused to give me a glimpse of you

Made me wait, like a dog without an owner

Hence I became a difficult teenager

doing things to deliberately hurt you

Like I did to my Amma many years ago

She would never forgive me for all this

My wretched self-feels lost and hopeless

Just like I send you off on that train

I have sent you off to London

You will know now

that I was honest about my heart

None was worth a penny

Nor was any of it

But only you, my damsel

Come home before I vanish

I am waiting, alone, all alone.

Published by Sapience

A mere weeping dot in the universe.

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