I put all the invitations in the drawer locked,
Stayed back home high and drunk.
I sat on the same spot,
Turned the lights off..
Carefully drew the curtains
And listened to the wind howling until midnight.
I played the same old songs
That pricked me at places that hurt,
I munched on cold meat
Wore that same T-shirt,
Faded- but still mine.
I tried to fix what was lost already,
And cried in his love.
I built a wall of ice covering me from what was lying in the light outside…
Quivered and shed some more tears,
Held myself tigher
And repeated the same old song again.