How Can It Be?

The calls became a few and spaced out.
The excuses came often and back to back.
The many laughter’s got eaten up by the now frequent silence.
The unanswered questions mounted up on peaks.
My unconditional love for you plunged to the ground and died.
Your foot steps are no where to be seen.
Your voice is no where to be heard.
My concern for you lost some where in between.
I tried to understand how can it be?
That I want from,
Being a perfect stranger, to being your wife
Being your wife, to being your friend
Being your friend, to being a perfect stranger again
All in the matter of a handshake.

“Twisted Elegance”

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