Homecoming

What I needed was her hand in mine,
What I held onto was my own pain.

And I closed the door behind me,
As a denial to the truth (in vain).

What I needed was her hand in mine,
What I held onto was my own pain.

I waited for her all my life, but,
Never told her, now she can never know.

I wanted to break, I wanted to feel,
But was left with no reason, life or soul.

And then I knew I had finally reached home,
When I felt her fragile grip on my palm.

And saw the rigid lines of her face,
In the crimson pool on the floor.

8 thoughts on “Homecoming”

    1. It was just an emotional response to something I had imagined. I visualized loosing the person I love most.. And the words kept flowing in thereafter. I normally do not get negative thoughts.. but embracing death seemed the most positive reaction at that time.. and hence the suicide at the end.. which finally led to union.

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