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You Lived Within Me…

So far you have lived in my…
Numb words, dusty pages, and my empty heart.
I thought you would like to read…
The story of my life, and my empty heart.
But you flipped the pages so vigorously like a book,
Jumping and skipping chapters showing no interest.
I took this road not knowing where will it take me,
Thinking you would be there for me and walk with me.
Somewhere in my reflections I try to find your face,
But no matter how hard I try I do not find your trace.
Now I find cracks under my feet when I walk alone,
You got busy somewhere else and your face you have never shown…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag