You began like any other beginning 

with an A

and ended with a Y

instead of a Z

leaving me with a WHY?

Why me?

Why now?

I thought we were in consensus,

an equal trade

where you promised to desert 

taking away all remnants,

when I sealed the deal 

by giving away a part of me 

whose perfect edges are now jagged,

but you lied and broke your promise 

by itching yourself to my skin 

as a reminder of those days 

when my words were incongruent to my thoughts 

and “fine” wasn’t really fine.

I still wait for that day

when I can wave you goodbye,

but you always end with a Y

and never a Z.   

Mansha Jain 

VSBS

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