We shared our hopes in midst of nervous laughs.
And sadly now all we just share is this small town.
You loved my shyness and i loved your wild flowers.
And yellow roses of our friendship turned into red,when the lines were blurred.
You were my late night dopamine but now there is whiskey in my blood.
I never knew you kept a calendar marked with duration of time for every human you claimed to love.
You gifted me the word ‘ex’ just before the day of valentine.
And there was a sudden death of every plan I made for the 14th of Valentine.
I don’t know if your new man likes your hair open,parted from the middle,just the way I liked them.
But I know you still have that furry white sweater,the one I bought for you,the one you’ll be keeping for the rest of your life.