The Curse

Bagir
2 min readJan 6, 2019

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Tell me,

did you think of me when you two decided to meet lips?

Does my notification come off your phone no longer you blissfully await, but you willfully ignore?

did you remember me when you two had meetings of mind?

Is this you proving the curse is real?

once upon a time, we had the world on our feet.

through your car or my motor, we discharge awful pollution — set us in rapid motion. We drove miles and miles, conquering blazing sun; tranquil moon. We tread on scorching hot asphalt; cold monsoon.

from this common ground, our paths converged like neutron star collision.
generated infinite confabulation about life and the galaxy. sprinkled with extensive fantasy.

I long for your stories as you grumbled on your difficult days. your frowning eyebrows, your thinking face, as you toil on your abundant responsibilities. your underlip you’d bite whenever feeling anxious or excited.

I reside by the warmth of your palm to cope with this tiring life. I took shelter through your crystal clear — caring eyes.

as I took a long and hard gaze at these remains, the old you faded away.

under the heat of my grip, you melted away.

our bodies move emphatically, lips pitching hollow apology, for you knew it was no more than faux empathy.

we dance frantically in the face of a destroyed loyalty, for I am cognizant of your conspicuous apostasy.

I beg salvation for this prolonged misery.

the long tune had crescendoed to an eventual conclusion.

as my hollow body returned to habitation, mind spiraled in commotion. each second ticks in agonizing slow motion.

boundless memory explosion, questioning every possible notion.

as I pondered this unnatural selection, tears cascaded in collusion.

in the dawn of new moon, I saw my world disintegrate into oblivion.

as you vanish at the most distant turn, it is not for long to realize I have found absolution.

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