after all the time we spent sprawled on my bedroom floor, a box of tissues wedged between us like a tireless mediator,
after all the time we spent guessing whether the two hours since his last SMS meant he was angry, or losing interest or, just an idiot,
after all the time we spent dividing his vices from his virtues, and deciding he was really no good at all,
after all the time we spent celebrating his smile after just deciding that his rightful place was a fiery pit in hell,
after all the time we spent wondering if this really was what you wanted,
after all the time we spent wishing he was, just a little more perfect,
after all the time I watched you slip away from me and further into his arms.
after all this time
I walked you down the aisle,
I walked my best friend down the aisle today,
I gave my best friend away today.
And I’m happy for her, stroes God, I am,
I just wish her being happy didn’t leave me so quite
alone
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Khadija Reply:
April 27th, 2011 at 8:30 pm
Sham,
I won’t refuse a hug (much in need of one, actually).
But yea, toying with metaphor feeling very much like Holden Caulfield and thinking, “Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”
No faith in human connections and all of that.
I blame it on the weather.
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