Break up poem

Walking into the apartment

where I spent so much time

with you, I can’t help but be

inundated with memories,

the times we spent doing nothing

but talking for hours on end

about the most inconsequential

things, the times we spent

watching ‘something that will

make us laugh,’ because we were

so tired of the dark, melancholy

shows on Netflix and Prime,

the times we drank wine

and I, being the sad drunk,

talked about the ephemerality

of all things, taking a line

out of Nothing Gold Can Stay

and expounding on it with

shameless, mawkish sentimentality,

the words spoken in D minor

(at least in spirit)

while you giggled, tried your

best to cheer me up.

I touch the beige walls (you

hated that colour), I touch the

granite table where we ate

so many meals together. First

in joy and then in silence.

And echoes of who we were

makes me want to call you

and say I love you still,

but then I realise we fell out

of love while we were still in it,

the realisation that everything

was a shade of yesterday while

we still hoped for crimson sunsets

holding us in a healthy-unhealthy

way, the joy of the past hitting us

harder than it should,

making us want to slow down,

comprehend where we went wrong.

I never got an answer, and I don’t

know if you did. All we got in the

end were justifications, the mind’s

attempt at soothsaying, defending

reasons to stay, and reasons to leave.

It’s strange that we slipped into

a coma while remaining lucid,

saw the trembling hands of darkness

while the light still enveloped us,

but by and by, we’ll believe that

we did the right thing.

You’ll move on,

and I will too, and something clichéd

like ‘love wasn’t enough’ will take

precedence over any other thought/

buzz/ drunken lullaby saying

anything different,

and cheesy, alliterative

passages like

‘she used to whisper sweet

somethings in a winsome voice’ will

coat every line of poetry I attempt.

I pick up my things and lock the door

after leaving the key inside to

ensure that this is indeed the end

and not some vague darting back

and forth between searing passion

and the deep blue. I walk to the street

and toss them in my car,

looking up at the

complex once more,

cigarette in hand,

people passing me by, not knowing

my story, and a reluctant me,

not wanting to enter someone else’s

tale yet.

Photo by Dyu – Ha on Unsplash

8 responses to “Break up poem”

  1. Such heartbreak with every word. Wonderful writing dear friend ❤

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    1. Thank you so much Jennifer ❤️ You’re always so kind to me.

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  2. I can feel something. I’m not sure what the right word is. It’s like so much of sorrow has overwhelmed for so long, but now one is empty and feeling exhausted from it all. This is a very deep take on heartbreak. I will have to read it again in the morning.

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    1. Thank you. Yeah you’re right. There’s a bit of emptiness (or apathy) running through this. Maybe it was because I was feeling empty when I wrote it and managed to infuse that emotion/not emotion into the poem. Exhaustion from all that sorrow is a better way of describing it, I think.

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  3. This is such a wonderful write, Nitin.
    Your comment ^ “exhaustion from all the sorrow”…yes!
    But that you can articulate it so masterfully, is such a strength of yours!!
    (I can’t comment directly on your site, I think it might be my security settings. I would’ve commented on a number of pieces, otherwise).

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    1. Thank you so much V 😊. Yes Tanmay said that, and I realised that it’s true. It is an exhaustion from all that sorrow, and I’m happy I was able to convey that. Your kind words mean a lot to me. I hope you are well my friend. Yeah that commenting directly thing has been a big issue. So much so, that some weirdos think I deleted their comments. It’s a WP glitch I think. Most people can only comment using the reader on my blog.


  4. Such an amazing line…”echoes of who we were”. Heartbreaking tale, but eloquently stated. 💞

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    1. Thank you so much Dawn ❤️

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Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.


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