An Unfinished Story

Empty,hollow words,

Echoes from the past,

You still loom large in my thoughts

and still haunt my dreams...

Yesterday I had bloomed with you,

Today all I can do is cringe.
I do not hate you

I loathe myself

For still cherishing your feel...

A cup of woes,

A vial of lies,

Deception writ all over,

You brought them to me

with a smile...

I can still hear the empty words,

Reverberations from a not so distant past...