There is something about May,
Things that seem promising,
Fail to stall or stay;
Half of me has faded
Like the half-moon,
While the other half
Frantically foresees June
Arriving pretty soon.
My heart’s filled
With an unnamed feeling,
And to say that
I’m not the only one to be
Carrying it would be
The safest thing to say.
But who am I to say?
This feeling has stripped me
Off my true personality.
Soon, I might lose
My complete identity.
To the outside world,
Nothing has noticeably changed,
I’ve been a standout performer
In the societal game,
All I have to do is smile
To hide the great pile.
But from the inside,
I continually blame
Myself for sabotaging
A keepable connection
Fearing past’s reflection.
There’s an unread
Wedding invitation mail
That reminds me of how
I’ve miserably failed,
Seeing her with someone else
Would be my end.
I masquerade and pretend,
But she’s the only one
Who’d know that
There’s part of me
That I couldn’t mend.
So much behind this smile,
That thinks that it could
Hide the great pile,
Maybe from the world,
But never from her,
For she knows it all,
And had equally
Witnessed the fall.
And with a slow stir
Of my drink,
I gaze at the half-moon
Without a blink,
It reminds me of
The arrival of June…
I’ve got a wedding
To attend very soon.
