Haiku - Do Not Kill Your Good Soulmate (Found Poem)

Poem By Muzahidul Reza

You've hurt me...
But I'm not crushed.
At least to you,
I will not admit it!

I'm not going to sit around,
Waiting to find something or someone
To replace you.
Who would be that foolish?

I'm not going to dial your number,
To let it ring once.
Then hang up...
With the hopes,
You have my number on your caller ID.
That's childish and so stupid,
Of me.
I meant...
If I was to do something like that.

And that kind of action,
Is too far fetched for me to conceive.
I am hardly one of the lonely hearts!
I'm not the one,
To wear my emotions on my sleeve.
Who me?
Please!

You've hurt me...
But I'm not crushed.
At least to you,
I will not admit it!

I'm not going to sit around,
Waiting to find something or someone
To replace you.
Who would be that foolish?
I'd stalk you if I had to.

But that's someone,
P-whipped and driven.
Longing for a reprise,
Of heated meetings.
Discreetly met under sheets.

I'm not like that!

You would never catch me sitting in a rage.
Wondering who it was,
With you...
Standing on your doorstep,
Sharing a chat.

No...
I am not like that.
And if I was...
You would never know.

However...
And this I admit!
I am known to dial wrong numbers.
And this is known by those I use to know.

Comments about Haiku - Do Not Kill Your Good Soulmate (Found Poem)

The poem circles around the ordinary emotions but the last stanza uplifts the whole poem. Last few lines are so beautiful and meaningful that I have read them again and again.


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