I was told a funny tale about you.
Feel bewildered cos it's so strange.
Now tales of you are so few
That I feel abandoned and deranged.
I was told a story, rather queer.
Laughed at it until my stomach ached.
Underneath that laughter was a fear
That it's true. I hope it was fake.
Otherwise, this all becomes transparent.
Your aloofness can be thus explained.
And the consequences are as well apparent.
And the pain is all I have attained.
I just need a word from you, a gesture,
One more step to bridge this horrid gap.
Something to obtain, to hold, to capture.
Something to debunk the scary gab.
I just can't admit to this damn failure.
You are gone. And nothing's left to say.
Three months passed. The memory is paler.
I still love you cos you are my day.
08.02.17