You wept once for forgiveness
And then twice...
And then thrice...
And guess what, the ground neither shook nor trembled.
In angst and disappointment of insubordination,
You wrote once...
And then twice...
You wish I harbour you whole
But inside,
I only house scraps of you;
Pieces and pieces
That hardly seem to fit anymore
Of a past gone and buried
By I.
You have learnt not
That volcanoes melt rocks once
And then they harden again.
A heart you once melted
Has morphed back into what it ought to be...
Stone.
So you can cry aloud quadrice,
Shout quintrice,
But like "quadrice" or "quintrice" exists not
Neither will we ever be again.
I never chained you;
I only owned you
And now you are free.
Let the past mould you
And the future kiss you
With memories that you will one day thank.
Until then,
These are just the words of a lover unbound,
Free as the wind,
Renewed with experience
With scraps of you that will forever be dear...
I hope.