The Confession!

He had decided, he had to pick up the threads,
One must face head on, exactly what one dreads.
There was a life to lead, more dreams to weave,
And one day for sure ‘someone’ would wait, never leave.

A new city and a new job would do a world of good,
New faces, new folks to befriend, if he ever would.
With these thoughts in mind and a faint smile on his lips,
He boarded the train with his luggage and favourite chips.

As the carriage rolled ahead, leaving the platform behind,
He could feel a new energy, a new zeal that future would be kind.
And as it whistled ahead speeding on the tracks,
He looked out of the window, and laid back to relax.

But ‘Memories’ as they say, can create this incredible cloud,
Comfort you when lonely but can leave you alone in a crowd.
Leaving the past behind was so much easier said than done,
Especially to realise his coyness had led him to this meek run.

That he couldn’t share his feelings once was the biggest regret of all,
Would’ve-Could’ve-Should’ve he thought, but writing was clearly on the wall.
He flipped open his phone and soon reached the ‘contact’,
The picture smiled at him above the number, its effect on him still intact.

To begin the new chapter, he had to close the previous one too,
He was a man on a mission now, knew what exactly he had to do.
Got up from his seat in a flash, he needed some privacy for this,
And when he reached and closed the door shut, the moment was his.

He quickly etched out the heart, and soon the arrow pierced it through,
And after scratching her name, he sat on the commode to cherish the view.
Yes, others can be vocal, with their words they can convince and stun,
But for him he knew well, this was the only way the confession could be done.

He had heard from his Grand-ma that if someone's dreaming you,

Sleep eludes totally and try what-not, remedies are few.

Back on his seat he slept blissfully, in his dreams only her in sight,

She of course didn't get to sleep a wink, had been partying all night.

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