Poem: Come Back
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Come
back,
He
said.
I’ve
changed.
It’s too late,
She
said.
I was once
I was once
A
carefree soul,
Laughing
and traipsing
Through
mountain paths pristine.
Now
I hardly speak
In
more than whispers
That
remember
How
you let me down.
Come back,
He
said.
We’ll
start over.
It’s too late,
She
said.
I
rushed to embrace
The
whole of you
With
all of me –
Your
crags and crevices
Warts
and blemishes –
I
filled your every void
Till
we were but one,
Yet
you let me down.
Come back,
He
said.
I
need you.
It’s too late,
She
said.
I
flung myself
Into
your arms
With
everything I had.
But
you pulled away the ground
And
I came undone
My
heart shattered
Into
a million teardrops
When
you let me down.
Come back,
He
said.
I’ll
make it all right.
It’s too late,
She
said.
I
took forever
To
pick up the pieces
But
now I’ve passed you,
Gone
past you,
On
my way
To
a brave new world,
Far
away from the place
You
let me down.
Come back,
Come
back,
Wailed
the lonely cliff.
Too
late,
Too
late,
Whispered
the wise river.
©
Deepa Duraiswamy
Published in the online poetry magazine Glomag, August 2015 issue.
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