The Return Unthought Of
When the thought of you comes
My heart pinches me still
With my voice, in silence I scream
My mind is a hunted house that host your ghost day by day
A constant reminder of the day I left
I wish to come but my legs are heavy
Heavy with the thoughts of your mother’s reaction, your sister’s grim look, your brothers rage, and my saying sorry to every cynical hello from your families and friends
So,
I stand at the Junction
Where the road to your house and mine meets
Walking to and fro but never reaching your house
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