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It takes an hour for you to reach my place,

It takes two for me to reach yours.

It takes a lightyear to cross the bridge between us…

Guess time is relative like that,

How we fell in love in an hour,

How we've been falling out of it ever since,

Tell me,

How long till you reach yours?

How long till I reach mine back?

We met on a Tuesday morning

And then vowed to not,

On a Saturday afternoon,

Guess love isn't symmetric after all,

Tell me,

How do you unmeet someone,

Tell me,

Would you?

 

Love, to me, happens in stages,

From my hands to your toes,

My fingers to your curves,

Your lips to my neck,

Your tongue to mine,

Love, to me, happens in stages,

From four hands to two,

From two halves to one,

From my fading voice to your distant ears,

From my doorsteps to yours,

Tell me,

What comes after?

Tell me,

Is it still love if we choose to let go?

I miss the green lights

They're all red now

Maybe we skipped past our yellow

We were strangers before,

Friends after,

History has a way of repeating itself,

You say,

Would we too,

Become strangers again?

Much after we were once strangers,

And much before we will be again,

There was a time,

For us,

Time, relative,

How it ended before we did,

Tell me,

How do you unlove someone,

Tell me,

Would you?

Pritha is a high school teacher who teaches English Literature. An avid reader she wonders and finds ways to challenge the limitation of her knowledge and understanding of literature and life every time she opens a book. She scribbles to straighten the myriad, incoherent thoughts that do not allow her to rest in peace. She loves to travel and anything musical.