estranged

there are a few things that belong to me

still kept in your wardrobe & memories

kindly return them back to me

let the unsaid still be a mystery

a few books, a song or two, a couple of stolen lines,

a trip together and the view of early morning sunshine

chocolate bars, laughter & a few bottles of beer,

a lot of coffee, deep conversations and a few cheers

a promise to remember after all these years

confessions of one or two regrets, and a few unshed tears

my view of watching you laugh at my jokes

that is for me to keep too, return it at once

but even if you return everything, can you return the me you knew too?

for i do not want you to hold on to it anymore

forget it like those old songs

that carry no melody anymore

forget the walk we had at the beach shore

quote the raven nevermore

let your memories of me go sore

but do read veronika decides to die,

do give life another try.

i have a copy of the book if you need it

ask me for words: i will preach it.

for i have burned down the christmas tree

and with the smoke i created a gas chamber

and turned you into a complete stranger

don’t tread close, it reads danger.

it happens, seasons change

and now we are finally estranged.