Poem: Come Back

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Come back,
He said.
I’ve changed.

It’s too late,
She said.
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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