I will smile back at how you almost had once strayed with me.
We could promise each other only the hands of the clock;
Will our hours that remain within still fade with me?
If your cynicism happened to cross my hope on the street,
I wonder if it would stop to have prayed with me.
Between your will to leave, and mine to remain,
Did you also sometimes feel afraid with me?
Reason beckons and bends even the straitest of fates-
I hope you are glad yours wasn't made with me.
I suspect we were each others' best kept secrets.
Did you also feel your hardest resolve being swayed with me?
I can turn and twist the ropes of shared minutes all day;
Forgive me if your time appears to have frayed with me.
My cupful of regret runs relentlessly over now.
The heavy ifs of our other lives stay weighed with me.
How Radhikaa mopes around, a child who lost her reflection.
Let her know, nobody stays to read her tirade with me.
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