The Fool

The Fool

The door slammed shut behind me

As I ran out in tears one night

I turned around one last time

To look at what was never mine

No one peeped through parted curtains

No one called out to me to stop

No one said “Wait, I need you”

No one noticed I was gone

I guess I overstayed my welcome

Lingered, looked for what was not

Fool…to have thought I mattered

Fool…to have stayed at all!!

Swati Chandran

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