Mail

As time went by and graduation was near,
Classmates were making plans for the rest of the year,
He was indulging more into the thoughts of her
And that painful uncertainty he could take no more,
So, he wrote an email that was full of passion,
Enamorado. Hoping for understanding and compassion.
And then came the reply. He remembers the day
When he gazed in awe at the computer screen
In the computer lab. He felt like his dream
Was being shattered into tiny little pieces
And to this day with pain he reminisces
The lines written in that bitter final letter,
Pain that seemingly would never get better,
So, he rushed back into his dormitory space
Smoked in the darkness of that lonely place,
Thinking that what happened many years ago
Came back like an awesome dream. He’d never know
That the bitter sense of defeat and yesterday’s blues
Would be relived. There are no cures
Against the ailing called love. It’s a gift and a curse,
It all depends on life’s intricate circumstances,
But when it strikes, you just take your chances
To either gain happiness for the rest of your life
Or be left with nothing. And then you strive
To find it again. What a weird deal
To go through unimaginable ordeal
Take pains, and then again seek love,
Asking for it endlessly from the sky above.
So, he went on living his life on his own,
Trying to leave behind what is gone.

(Based on my first novel)
By Tom Abdulali (my pen-name)