For what could have been…

For what could have been…

Finally he called today

In an instant my throat welled up

Crying was not an option, at least then

For he did not care…

I knew

He knew that I knew

We were one at least in this

So crying was not an option…

Why? The question would not go away

For what? They needed answers

The diary wrote itself…

It is not about him

It never was

It is about me

My faith, my desire

For all that could have been

Today, I cried for ‘what could have been’

And not him

Today I closed ‘what could have been’

The tears were to the farewell

Raksha Bharadia

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