There must be stories to which you were witness to,
things marshalled in a asymmetric way,
but one story you have missed,
the story of my life, You.
I never meant to fall for you,
but it was that afternoon,
sunset yellow sun, giving the hint of evening,
and you asked, “Will you be always there for me ?”
Silence kissed us and all there was, the sun going home.
I want to be there for you till my time ends,
but in past I have caused pain to people I loved,
and hurting you is not even the last thing I want to do.
I won’t ever say,
you will never confess,
we will always walk on the thin line,
Almost is what we always will be .