The end of a life

The end of a life.

That was probably a Sunday
or a Monday
No, Tuesday.
Could be a Wednesday also.
Could be a Thursday, Friday
Or Saturday.
Well, that was a day.
No,
that was not a day only because
it was full of sunshine.
In my life it was a cool dark night.
I was feeling cool. I felt feverish.
It could be 100,102 or 104-degree
Fahrenheit.
I stood for a while on a platform
as long as I could.
Watching the train going far away
taking you from my life, finally.
This train was so destined to come
to take you from me forever.
No, I’m mistaken again.
You never belonged to me.
We were mere companions
in a journey
to forget each other too soon.
A fellow companion in life
can no way and never be said
belonged.
Everyone forgets and so I was to.
No claim sustains not to forget.
My inability was only my concern.
No need to explain that I was
now completely broken.
I could not hold my pieces anymore
So I laid my worthless life breathing
hot air onto a public bench nearby.
This was the end of an episode
but for a while I thought it was
end of a life.
No, it was indeed an end of a life
if life is not sum total of breaths.
This was also an end of an assignment
self endorsed.
So I felt free from a burden
which I carried against my will
since so long.
No, I carried that burden willingly
because no one else compelled me
except my heart.
Only I knew no way how to
put aside a commitment
made to myself.
Now I was freed from that burden
that too against my will.
Lying on the bench perhaps
for a while I thought
Now it was time for me to think
what would I do next with me .
But I was feeling too sleepy,
too weak to think anymore
so I fell into deep slumber
to awake into a new world
to start living a life without you.

via The end of a life.

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