Poem: Funny How

the term meant to be
usually crosses someone
else’s mind, in a spur of
moment. Watching the bond
that has been shrouded with
faithless grasp, mending the way
out, cutting the queue w/out
giving a second thought.
Someone who’ll never
ever know what he’d said –
so ignorant and isn’t a bliss
after all they hadn’t started
the pain to fix own’s broken-
heart. Ode to the friendship
that is in the midst of blooming
Segregation is a must when
there’s another factor to deal;
unforeseeable at first; but then
the weight is beyond repair
so one has to choose to stay
while I rather leave this space
to create an empty fixture for
anyone’s pleasure and merry-making

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