The coldest winter fell on that one summer night,
It was when we fell apart—
You left a letter behind,
Promises, excuses, apologies and lies,
No last word, no proper goodbyes,
All that we built was torn down,
You never stayed for the tears that came,
Guess you were never here, right from the start.
The days passed me by in silent blurs,
And the tears would fall for ungodly hours,
We waited so long for the sun to rise,
But the morning never came around,
I found myself yearning for daylight,
Clung to raging fires for the warmth,
But into ashes and dust I crumbled,
Flung myself off of cliffs, dived right in
Cold, murky waters, with my breath held,
Washed up and marooned on an island unknown,
And perhaps I’m better off far away,
Far away from you and all alone.
I’d learn to live without you,
But the truth is you were only a ghost,
Haunting the graves of past mistakes,
And if I’m vengeful now, I’m rightfully so;
The words you left behind forgotten,
A distant memory just like you are now,
And through the coldest winter this year,
I’ll find my ray of sunshine somehow.
~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.
Like I said before, I have a bunch of scathing poems up my sleeve, and even I don’t know that they exist, yet! I had a lot of fun writing this one because this poem is a perfect mix of rage and heartache, and I’ve been addicted to writing angsty things lately. I hope you enjoyed reading it!