It was him, yes. It was him indeed.

After all those years, it was him.

Yet again, with that smirk on his face.

This time, awfully affluent.

This time, with someone else.

It was one hell of a meander for me,

But I couldn't care less.

We were past that blizzard of a journey.

I was coated with black ice,

And he- he was a witty downpour.

But I couldn't care less about our confluence.

This time, he was the one to slump into that artificial puddle of regret.

This time, I was swamped with neglect.

Writer: Chinmai Gokule

Editor: Sia Sheguri

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