As I pass by the hallway, every single day, I see you.
Sometimes I pause to gaze and at other times I rush past.
Sometimes I ignore you, as a means of revenge.
I remember how this painting hung in your bedroom.
Of how you gave it to me, so that it would remind me of your presence.
And it did, the painting was an extension of you.
Peaceful, calm,serene and unfazed.
But now that I look at it, I’m reminded of a different you.
One who kept his distance and didn’t want to be attached.
One who was cold and was willing to be done with the relationship at the slightest hint of problems.
One who termed the time that we spent in each other’s arms before you left as ‘separation anxiety’.
They say when hope shatters and dreams are killed,
there is no sound and no bloodshed.
But every morning when I look at my red stained eyes,
I’m constantly reminded of a different reality.