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Going back !! its the toughest walk home.Every single time.
There is going to be another week and another weekend,
yet the disappointment is too hard to keep off. As much as
he wants their time together to not end, he also longs for those
good byes to be quick and short.He becomes curt, and edgy.
He skimmers in and out of a good bye hug as if its scalding his
skin. There is a sudden haste with which he brings the on going
conversations to an abrupt end. And skittles out.He is altogether
a different man when leaving. The moment he had gone a little
distance, he is plunged into this guilt of being almost rude.
And soon enough the barrage of unsaid things fills up the mind.
The farther he gets, easier it gets for him to see all that is wrong
in the world around him. Or just so it starts to seem. Agitated and
irritated he grows more and more tired by the minute. His mind
cant think of any place he'd rather be at this moment.
Going back !! it really is the toughest walk home.

move on ..

When eyes meet,
and words are still needed.
When the touch thrills,
but only momentarily.
When questions need to be asked,
as much as they need to be answered.
When the hands touch while walking,
and are pulled back.
When the pleasantries are exchanged,
while thinking of more to say.
When waking up at night,
is awaited yet troubling.
When there is a need to explain,
and explanations are sought.
when gifts start to gather dust,
just like the memories.
When judgements are made
and held firm.
While trust that ought not to be,
is allowed to go weak.
When an embrace weakens,
both knees and resolve.
When an hour in the sun,
is too much effort for a day together.
When the love is gone,
move on ..