The storm

 

Sometimes days after the story is concluded

Comes a restless evening

When the silent winds blow

Carrying the words of painful ending

 

You think of the reason

That changed two lives

It was necessary to separate

Love had to pay the price

 

Was it early to give in

Never in mind this question arose

It was beautiful and alive

But they buried it like bag of bones

 

It was mutual and sensible

Life is about moving on both said

They dumped all the memories in a box

And pushed in unused room at the end

 

It was past and forgotten

Moving on they had decided

And their lives had moved on

It was easy to be separated than united

 

They lived what was expected of them

Always happy they looked

Conveniently ignorant of the dark room

And the box that was locked

 

Their mind had forgotten about the past

And every one thing about the time

It was a way of defence

To separate from the pain in mind

 

But it was not so simple and easy

And an evening came when a storm blew

The doors and boxes crumbled

The hidden memories drew

 

They pass the corridor

And reach the once secured you

Standing at the door

They challenge and threaten you

 

There is no more pretension

Finally you accept them

You give yourself to the memories

Although sad you feel truthful to self again

 

You know it was not a good decision

And moving on was farce

You could only think of one thing

If she is in the same place as yours

 

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P.S. I could not think of a good title. I am so bad at it. I always end up spending more time in thinking about the title than the actual content. What do you think could be good title?