Stories
Different people
Have different
Stories to tell
With different
Ways to tell.
He told me mine
By leaving.
Telling me stories
How everyone
Walked away.
Like he did.
Telling me stories
How everyone
Watched me burning
In the flames
That they lit.
Like he did.
I saw my past
Become my present
Listening to the
Familiar sounds of
Footsteps leaving the door.
I saw my life
Become a tape
Put on repeat
Playing the melodies
Making my heart bleed.
-Vipin Pratap
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