Mismatched. Discarded. Forgotten.
The aftermath of attachment
A pair made for each other, one
always finding its way from the other.
A pair made for each other , yet
the other never returns.
A pair made with each other
But where's the first when the second needs it most?
Seconds, minutes, hours pass
its search- relentless
Hours, days and weeks go by,
The emptiness only grows.
Discarded.
One's no use without the other.
Why have one, if the other doesn't bother?
Forgotten.
Forgotten are the memories, the smiles and the laughter.
Maybe the second will forget too.
Tired of waiting for a knock at the door.
Tired of wandering down empty halls,
to not see the other.
A pair made for each other, but never with each other,
mismatched, discarded and forgotten.
About the Creator
Nawrah
I definitely think too much and too fast. Writing helps me slow down and unravel my thoughts. I think many people could relate.
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