Rest Is History

 

It is 2AM

I have no one to blame

That I feel the same

About the flame

Inside my heart

Tearing me apart,

Each and every part

Of me that loved you.

 

Monday Blues,

You gave me the clues

I dismissed it as one of those days.

You withdrew

Thought we were taboo,

I didn’t care about what anyone said.

 

I saw you with her

It was a blur

I thought, “it’s not possible”

You saw, you didn’t care

Came home that night, with no despair

From then on, it was unstoppable.

 

The fall to rock bottom

Was fast, like a hunter catching its prey.

 

We drifted, it was inexorable

The melancholy was present

But you were absent.

My life was headed for doom

I didn’t want to escape this gloom.

 

I had no where to go,

I didn’t have any place to show,

Love to me

To provide a home to me.

 

Then that night, I decided,

And left.

 

Drove for miles,

And the rest is history.

 

Its 2AM,

I look back,

We had no chemistry,

We had no love,

You were a shadow to my darkness

And I a light to your plight.

 

We lead lives now,

which are different in many ways.

We will just end up as those stories

That parents warn their kids about,

They know them too well,

But even for them,

Rest is history…