March 9th, 2007
Split The Pain
It was that day you left
To never come back again
That I decided to divide
The things you left behind.
I get the cup you broke
The day we made love
On the slab of the kitchen
You can keep the rest of them
I want the “Malted Milk”
From Clapton Unplugged
We played when we danced
You keep the rest of the record
Let me have the shreds of the letters
You wrote to me in school
Valentine cards unwritten
Is what falls to your share.
Leave me the butts of
The cigarettes you smoked
And the prints of hands
On toasts of champagnes
That sorted out now,
I wonder how we decide
On who gets the tears and
How much of the pain.
- Neha
Akshat says:
Beautiful.
March 28th, 2007 at 10:40 pm
Neha says:
Thanks Akshat… Some nice poetry you have there on your page…!
March 28th, 2007 at 10:47 pm