Today dint really do much. Was relaxing and rejuvenating. In essence, a much needed holiday. :)
Yesterday, on the other hand was bad. Not as in the day sucked but bad inside. I did two things I knew I shouldn't. White lie. Betrayal. One was an easy decision, the other was stressful. Although I knew exactly that both were wrong, I found it hard to feel the assumed guilt.
Visiting guilt
I tucked you in. And on Thursday night,
When I come by, I will kiss you by the cheek.
You will take my coat and we will sit for tea.
I eat the cake you serve and feel it nourish every part of me.
We will chat about my old times.
Awkwardness whirls round the room
Like the rush I got when I was an adolescent.
A cup of coffee will get rid of it. A cup of coffee always does.
“Two cubes please.” It masks the bitterness.
I wipe the last few drops off my lips
And before you could converse,
I will stand up, check my hair and be ready to bid you farewell.
Then, you will kiss me by the cheek,
Sending shivers down my spine.
I will pick up my coat,
Once again forgetting to whisper, in your ear, “I’m sorry.”
