Unlabeled

 

“No we didn’t date. Technically, he wasn’t an ex-boyfriend but he was an ex-something, an ex-maybe, an ex-almost.”

photo not mine

How can I tell you of a story when I did not know when it started and when it ended.

If we look at it, is there something that started that needs to end.

If there was, what was it that we started.

Is there something that we should end.

What is there really?

There was never an us in the equation.

It was just me and you.

In those cold bitter nights stolen from the monotony of each other's lives.

would you have wanted me to chase after you

that I would hope for something that is not there all along

I have been through this a thousand times before and I never learn

Did it also ever occur to you that I would beg for your time, for an explanation of the shape my heart is in?

I know it is not possible.

That it would not happen and it should not.

Didn't you ever think that I wouldn't do it because I have no right to ask you what you feel.

And whatever this is , I knew it is unclear,

It is bound to end any way.