Harsh

Do you miss me at all,
Now that I am gone-
Without a whisper-
Without a trace.
Do you feel any charred void-
In your chagrin-
Or just a sordid indifference-
Of my absence.
Do you feel whole again-now-
With your eyes alight in relief-
A zealous guardian of your space and time?
How deep do the wounds run?
How far are we scarred?
Every time ours paths criss-cross,
We mar each other-
Our words of pain and agony,
In their trail,
A bitter aftertaste.
Push and pull-
Erode and corrode,
The fast diminishing breathing space.
In the place of love,
Animosity digs in its ugly roots.
As our love bites dust,
Grinds to the ground,
Do you smile your twisted smile?
You have moved on-
I am stuck in my same.
How far ahead are you?
Wont you look back at me-
A downtrodden self-
Fallen fast from,
That mantle you had placed me,
High on.
What made you so heartless,
What defined the harshness of your actions?
Veiled contempt-
Barely hidden in your eyes-
You had looked at me then-
Cold eyes marking out your own-
Solitary territory.
Your hand never reached out
For mine.
Your eyes were not the caress,
That were mine before.
Feelingless- you kicked me out-
Expecting me to find my own,
Hunted way back.
Regain strength in my faded glory.
Maybe I shall.
When I stop my need of you.