Sunday, every day Sunday.

The odour

Of your departure

Lingers in the air

Your broken promises

Float in front

Of my eyes-

I reach out

And curl my fist

Around a few of them

And desperately shove it

Inside my mouth

But they dissolve

To nothingness

On my tongue

And I’m left

With the taste

Of your sweet lies.

*

Strength comes knocking

Once in a while

But the heartbreak

That always seems to

Linger just behind

The door,

Pushes it away-

I can hear the thud

As my strength

Hits the front porch

Muttering curses

Under its breath

For ever having tried.

*

I spend my days

Drinking loneliness

Like whiskey,

Singing haunted songs

To the sky,

Eating poetry for lunch-

For me, now,

Sunday mornings

Will always smell

Like your absence.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

This poem was selected and published by The Anonymous Writer on their website. You can read it by clicking here.

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50 thoughts on “Sunday, every day Sunday.

  1. I loved, loved, loved it! I read it a thousand times. This is such a beautiful piece. 💟
    Also I was introduced to your blog by instagram. If you remember commenting on my account unwrecking. 😛

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  2. Gosh! I feel like diving into the ocean of your words, and sink to the bottom, surrounded by the beauty that’s your poetry.
    I know I suck.🙈 But I am no Rupali. So, apologies. But, dude. That poem is so damn beautiful. How do you write such stuff? It’s really hard to fathom how someone can write such beautiful things with so much ease. Sigh
    This is breathtakingly beautiful. 💕

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      1. I knew that already, believe it or not. 😛
        And that’s an even better thing,I agree. Weaving something so beautiful just with your imagination is a big feat.💚
        And, same issue here. I can’t, for the life of me, take a compliment. I dunno when I will learn to just shut up and say thank you. Cuz when we try to tell people we aren’t all they are telling us we are, they shower us with even more compliments. And if,by mistake, we sound like we are in disbelief, they are on our asses like, you are fishing for compliments. So, I think I gotta learn to take a compliment.
        Phew some rant.😶 Ignore, Rups.*turns to go away*

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      2. Wait, donut go woman. I GET YOU COMPLTELY. How to make people understand I’m not fishing for compliments. :/ They make me uncomfortable, I guess. Uffff. Maybe we’ll learn, someday. 😛 Hopefully. 😛

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