Refuge

Years it has been

how many I don't know,

I stopped counting

the day you decided to go.

At first it was hard

to mute your name mid-conversation,

but today I master the art

of loving you minus the declaration.

Just the conviction in your voice

of the love you never put to words,

makes me stick to the choice

I made back then, even if today you hurt.

Funny thing this is that now it doesn't even pain

to walk alone the paths we traversed together once,

there lies no melancholic wait to see you again and again

I guess today, I do understand your silence.

The only finality

that in my world holds true

is how my fickle self, unfailingly

still wishes to find her refuge in you.

© 2011 Neha Choudhry