Holidays

Waiting for her text,

Scrolled through the old messages.

Her words, a knife like, wounded,

He had no bandages.

***

“Hey there.”, popped up on his screen,

Vibrating phone, jumped up to sit.

Replied with a, “Heyaaa” 

His spirit, a little bit lit.

***

“When are you coming home?”,

Eagerly he questioned.

“I am not.”, she sent back,

He was just stunned.

***

Hurriedly typed back, he did,

“But you said you never missed Christmas,

Always at home, you were.”

He assumed, her ignoramus.

***

“I know, I said that. But I am sorry.”,

She sent a line and then continued.

“I can’t make it ’cause of few things,

OK??”, touched by his solicitude.

***

“Hmm, guess this holiday,

A lonely one it’s gonna be.”

Said he, gutted and broken,

For her, he wasn’t going to see.

***

“Well, Merry Christmas, dear.”,

typed he, with no merry in his heart.

She too felt the pain,

From him being apart.

***

“Merry Christmas to you too.”,

She sent with teary eyes.

Putting their phone down now,

They both said their byes.

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Aanchal says:

    Such a sad ending though beautifully portrayed!

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