They say the calm before the storm
Is often the quietest of them all,
For when it finally does come,
All the mighty kingdoms fall—
A sign we should’ve seen coming
When all we shared was silence,
And what little words, sweet and loving,
Turned to endless nights of crying;
So, when the worst of my fears came true,
I knew I had to say goodbye to you.
As though the last few pages
Couldn’t hold the words never said,
A story hard to leave behind,
An ocean’s worth of tears shed;
Perhaps there’ll be another story to read,
One, I hope, will stay with me—
But what of the marks left behind?
You meant more than I’d care to admit,
Some stories never go away
Even if they weren’t meant to fit.
I’ve turned over pages now,
New faces, new names, new smiles,
But the ghosts of you linger
Like the words from your lips,
Ghosts in new stories I try to find,
A hint of your voice in the new,
What a pity that every story I read
Leads me to a road right back to you!
I wonder whether I’ll escape those clutches,
Find someplace you’re out of my sights,
Out of my heart, out of my mind,
It’s time for a new story now,
So here’s where I say goodbye.
~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.
Some stories we read have this annoying tendency to latch onto us to the point that we compare everything else we read to them. I thought it would be a lot of fun to use that as a metaphor for searching for the ghosts of a person we’re no longer with in somebody new, as I am sure happens with a lot of us. I really loved the whole idea of it and I decided to write about it today. I hope you like it.
The Shubhster. Xx