That Person
Is it important that to someone we must speak?
Is it wise enough to open up when solitude makes you weak?
Is it really okay to make that person so important?
Is it even possible to be habituated and not dependent?
Is it really necessary that secrets we must confide?
Is it fine, that actually it's we who, their priorities, decide?
Is it really so unclear, what their expectations are?
Is it because our vision isn't clear, distant and far?
Is it so obvious that we want them never to leave?
Is it when they really do, that, they aren't ours to grieve?
Is it really that, letting go, remains the only option?
Is it our ego, that we wouldn't call first, fighting the temptation?
Is it just normal to let that person slip away?
Until finally we realize, that person meant more,
than our big ego, someday.
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