Love Lost

Poem By Biscuit Collection

Let me tell you a story of two people who loved and lost that love.

She loved him completely. And maybe, so did he. She fought for him. He tried to for her. She needed him. But he has far more important things in mind. She waited for him to need her. But he failed to realize. She tried to understand. And he kept on his ways. Still, she tried to understand. He still didn’t need her. She tried to ignore the hurting. He thought she didn’t care. She tried to ignore that too. He concluded she was changing. She tried to justify. It never came through to him. He slowly moved farther away from her. She tried to reach out to him. But he refuses to grasp the outreached hand. She tried to catch up with him. He walks faster on. She ran and stumbled. He didn’t see her fall. She tried to get up and call after him. But he was too far to hear. She gave up trying and stayed low. He looked back and saw nothing. She waited for him to look back. He thought she had given up. She’s still waiting. He went on his way thinking she deserted him. She managed to get up somehow. He walks on, doesn’t look back. She tried to catch glimpse of him. He’s too far to see now. She thought he deserted her. He’s walking on. She waits for him to come back. He slows down now hoping she would catch up soon. She can’t figure out which way he went. He stops now and looks back, still no sight of her. She’s still trying to figure out which way to go. He waits for her. She tried this way and then that way, but still no sign of him. He’s getting restless now. She’s getting tired. He gives up the wait and continues to walk on. She gave up running and slowly, very slowly walks the other way.

Until now, these two people are walking farther and farther away from each other. Walking on to separate paths. Not knowing, not realizing that they did have the love but somehow, failed to prove to each other just how much that love is. The walk continues on, stopping now and then to rest and be miserable of what was lost. Trying to get through alone, refusing paths that reminded them of each other, not realizing how far apart they really were, and how much farther apart they are becoming. Words and tears were shed but still pride sets in. And so, the sauntering continues. She’s tired and weary now. And very slowly she tries to manage alone. Nothing’s known of his ways now. She thinks of him everyday and hopes that somewhere in this tangled walks, their paths would meet again. And then maybe, just maybe this time, love won’t end.

Comments about Love Lost

wrong signals and misconnections, perhaps there should be more directness.


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