I promised you a poem
at dawn when we’d end
the smile you wore last night
would be the best I would ever write
I promised you a poem
that would kiss you
with no emotion, only memory.
the one which won’t stain your coffee cups
I promised you a poem
that would fit you
the way your t-shirt fits me
the one that might make you love (me)
I promised you a poem
without my existence in it
eyes closed, I inked the song
you always forgot the chords to
I promised you a poem
with meaningless symbolisms
and fictional imagery
as I wrote an unrequited love quite ironically
I promised you a poem
you’d run away from
and I’d be unafraid of
for you to skim through
I promised you a poem
that would shield us
the way our blankets did-
I promised you a poem
that you’d read when I leave at dawn
the one which is all true
and awaits the stains of your coffee cups.
The image in the graphic is taken from Unsplash
Suchitra Harnahalli 