The Break-Up

When the phone rang last Sunday,

On the screen your name I viewed;

It constricted my wounded heart,

Rekindling memories I long refused.

It has been ages since we last met,

After when we parted at your gate;

I drove off from your steady gaze –

That from my memory never fades.

As I took your call, softly said ‘hello’,

Your voice in reply, was fixed, cool;

But the feelings between us ignited,

As if a thousand whistles softly blew.

I now asked how you were doing in life,

But in my heart pink butterflies flew;

In my mind they sailed, perched on you,

Then kissed your lashes, lips gently too.

When you asked me how my life was,

With severity of your baritone diffused;

It blew the lid off your assumed cool,

As over the seas, our longing brewed.

Speaking irrelevantly of those we knew,

It was desire for each other we renewed;

I felt you missed me, as much as I did you,

Our breakup I ended, by saying “I love you.”

PS: This poem is inspired by the movie “The Break-Up” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Break-Up that I watched last Sunday. You could watch the trailer here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guRKt55XOfU if you haven’t watched the movie yet :)