2025 03 08

2025.03.08
You told me you were a loner,
You made me an invisible hanger.
Patiently hanging on for your next words.
You said you were a writer,
Indirectly you made me a waiter.
Waiting for you to tell me
When to contact, when to disappear,
That was not a good idea.
When I had no credit on my phone.
Indirectly, I had given you time to be alone.
Instead of advising me,
You let me wondering day and night.
Whether you were fine and alright.
Never mind, so we let bygone be gone by.

Wait a minute. Hang on,
Were you telling me after your birthday,
We were going to stay away,
From each other until your next birthday.
Never mind. It was fine by me.
I was no body cup of tea and I did not want to be.

One year on, I posted this birthday wishes,
Which was for yours eyes only,
It was all yours for the last 365 days,
You never treasured it any way.
So, it could be read by many others.
So long, Mr Loner. I bit you farewell.
Take care of yourself.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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