My Rock
In the whole wide world -
Yeah, the whole wide -
There was just him
I put that close to myself.
Nu-huh, not a lover,
Just a friend; not even best.
Didn't need to be best.
He was fine as he was.
Not my companion,
Not a partner in crime,
Not a shoulder to weep on,
Nothing conventional.
He was simply him.
A presence; an important one.
What was so important?
Guess I'd never know.
Though, I was conventional.
His companion,
His someone to open his heart to,
His shoulder to weep on.
He was grateful.
He always was.
I was a good listener,
He told me everything.
But that can't be enough.
That was why he was clung to us.
Not me; never me.
I stayed, because he needed me to.
Not that we were best,
No, because someone else was his;
Someone else was mine too.
We were good, maybe.
We never fought.
I mean, never really.
Quarrel, we did
On a daily basis.
I never opened up to him.
I never did to anyone,
And he wasn't even a best friend.
He did - that was enough.
He said he cared,
Said he could manage
More than I could tell him.
He said he loved me.
He wasn't a lover.
But was my love, of course.
He was, because he no longer is.
In the world, that is.
I didn't grieve, but,
When he left.
He wasn't a lover, nor my best.
I didn't have to.
But trauma - yes I faced.
I missed him; his secrets, his talks.
My listening lost purpose.
-Aishwarya.
CID
