Some stories never end,
While some never make it to the next chapter.
And, here they were trapped in this loophole
Where they could never forget each other...

The final texts he sent,
The replies she never gave.
The goodbyes she waved,
The "looking back" at her, was never something he did...

The journal entries he forgot to make,
Were the poems she could never erase.

The grass on which once, they planted
Saplings of love,
Were now becoming ivy's
Too dry to be watered again...

There were gray clouds,
And sadness hovering around.
Empty promises yet to keep,
And longings left long undone.

Old boxes conspiring to return,
Of the photoframes, which will never
Be hung.

She would miss standing outside,
Crying in the rain,
To fight with him
Just to make love again...

While he would miss staring
At her, while she plays the perfect song
To fine dine with him.

It's 12 am,
And he would be so in love with her.

But were they in love ?¿

Before, they were splitting bills,
To never see each other again...
Putting a conclusion,
To their fading love.

While,

Some pages from her poetry journal,
Got ripped apart.

And

Some songs got deleted from his playlists,
Forever.

Placing the lock
Tight, on the door which was
Once called their HOME...

Somestories got locked FOREVER.

~Nidhi Parikh