Unintelligible Susurration


Living a Lie


I cry sometimes
when I'm lying in bed.
I bring out the letters you dropped
during your stay.
I do not know why I read them
if I already know them
by heart.

I've spent half of my life believing
you were my best friend &
we would be friends forever
even after we die.

I had had dreams
of our juxtaposition headstones reading
'Best friends forever'

All of those dreams
were pulverized
after opening the first letter -
these letters dedicated
to your other friend
with whom you had shared
many more memories with.

And now I recall the bracelet
with 'Juli' inscribed neatly.
It's just some bracelet I found you said.
But I knew you were fibbing
because of your delayed reply.

I broke down into tears &
could not read any longer.
I screamed & raged
& cursed at the stars.
I had been living a lie all this time.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 08, 2013
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