My Town

My Town

So you left my town, finally.
Bet you watched it fade in the hindsight
Hoping you’d flapper your tarred wings-
Rise from that residual sticky wet mud;
But you see the ashes of a new bride
between her widower’s palms
in a brass urn -
golden & polished instead-
on his way for a burial at sea
who is taking turns,
breaking down;
Pragmatically crying-
on this early train-
before dawn, as you-
Verklempt yourself
over that black scenery just so-
You can kill my sour aftertaste;
how you never went through
something even close to like that
Feeling the onerous autumn air,
Think- why did you need to get away?
From practically nothing, really,
As only you hurt people in your life,
and it was never the other way around;
For I had left moons ago,
But talk about she who was left behind…
was a temp without an ounce of dignity-
You should’ve given her your word
Should’ve made her your whole world,
But all you did was run and keep on,
Wishing right about now that you-
swallow your tongue on often whims
for all the times I had to bite on mine
Blindsided to the fact that
you were at fault line
I roll my eyes out loud,
credulously - at the imposter
of a rolling stone that you are,
So leave my town and never return
even though it’s not mine as of now,
I want to fly back in the near future
On a late night plane, overseas,
to breathe in what never touched you
And sit in my old bedroom at my home
and pen words of gratitude down
for this godforsaken town,
Where my brother manages his own firm
Happy, healthy and so bright in many ways
Where my Bestfriend’s son goes to school
She’s been my “one who stays”
Where my family has extended it’s roots
Sisters who wear gowns & host soirées
It’s also where you left her
Weeping at the alter
Facing that comeuppance, friendless;
Time forbid, I will run into her-
And just maybe,
I will bury my pride for a hug,
or I probably won’t,
I don’t mind as long as-
you are no where to be found or seen,
That’s when my town will heal & stay clean.

- Shrvya