The Betrayal

He held me close to his heart.

Made me trust him from the start.

Promised that I was always the one.

That all his careless days were done.

Showcased me like I was a treasure.

His love, I knew in no way, I could measure.

Still, I tried to measure it from the number of tears,

That rained his cheeks when he came across my fears.

From the number of his hidden chuckles,

To the times he traced and retraced my knuckles.

From the number of our inseparable nights and days,

When time ran away, just like sunshine on rainy days.

From those number of familiar touches,

Before he reached the light switches.

But like everything, our love was left to time’s test,

And with time all that progression came to a rest.

The counting soon came to an abrupt halt.

And I couldn’t comprehend — who is at fault?

He first introduced her to me just as his friend.

But boy I wished they could at least pretend.

I thought our life was just taking a small bend,

But never knew “we” were nearing a dead end.

A naive me still could hear his voice echo “Nothing will change”

But it wasn’t until he put me in the exchange.

That I knew — for him I was just another book to read.

But for me, he was my one and only reader.

~The story of every unsold book at the second-hand book store.

~Shruthi Rajaram

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