HEARTSTRINGS

A part of her wants him to stay, a part of her wants him to go away,

a part of her is drowned in his memories; melancholy; 

Of cold frosty mornings and lush subdued evenings by the crackling fire,

under soft yellow fairy lights, the bells tinkering in the background; 

A lazy breeze is kissing the tendrils off her face, 

the charm of the evening lies in the silence; when only their eyes did the talking;

A part of her is hushed; grieving; lying withdrawn somewhere,

big blobs of heartrending tears staring back at her;

The air is thick with the scent of pain and betrayal,

adulterated with memories on which she now wants to cast a shadow;

If she has to dig deep and unravel her heart, 

it is filled with insurmountable sadness that can be cut through with a splinter of ice;

The heart murmurs about crushed flowers and empty dark nights,

an agonising wheel of misery and pain; 

At the end, it is the closet full of memories that traps her in,

should she stay or part ways...