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Tell me my mother
Why couldn’t you see?
For night after night,
I cried my plea.
He walked into my room,
Uninvited. Unseen.
Like shadows of yore,
And acted so mean.
I didn’t like it, dear mother,
I never liked playing that game.
That trouble, the trauma
God! What was its name?
I died every night,
And was born the next day.
A phoenix of sorts,
With scars that stay.
Tell me my mother
Why couldn’t you see?
For night after night,
I cried my plea.
Take me with you
Take away my pain
I’d rather be alone,
And watch memories remain.
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Take Away My Pain
Subtle Reminders
He had the habit of leaving me small notes and I used to love them. A familiar handwriting, the smell of scented paper, words of warmth and his voice through that.
Only this time, it was different.
The words conveyed what my ears refused to hear. The paper smelt like another woman and shimmered with shades of her mascara.
“Will be late”, it read.
I heard his voice and her smile.
I wished that the habit had left with him.
