Well, see that how it ends. I could just remember your last sight, when you walked away with him, to a whole new world forever. Every pink object reminds me of that skater dress you were wrapped in on that drizzly day. Yeah you walked away, with that lucky man, the guy, your husband. I still remember the way you held his arm, his arm much muscular than of mine which had ability to keep you safe every moment. How could I forget about that diamond attached in a silver band you wore in your finger, clear and fine totally opposite of him who gifted it with a lustful heart, the guy, your husband. There were no any stocks on your legs, I got clear vision of those muscles, white and toned moving flip flop. As you reached your car, under his curls in his inferior mind came something which he uttered made you stop the motion and you turned to him, towards the guy, your husband. His hands on your waist, on that fine velvet cloth pulled you towards him and both bodies collided for that hug of bliss, I saw your both smiles which were twice as ours and your dark eyes which had no love left for me as if were black holes engulfed his heart and were locked in him, in the guy, your husband. He pierced his fingers through your blonde threads which once used to be against my chest, then his hand moved downwards and fondled on your neck the neck which won't turn at me anymore. Shutters were down and there was nothing in your eyesight and then crossing the edges of your hearts both the souls were merged within eachother with smooch. That lovely rosy flesh pressed between of his was just lost in him, became wet with his poison which would never kill you. Both your skins tumbled over each other bathing in love under the lamppost on the 4th Street. Watching this everything, my head was dizzy, fires burning deep within my soul melting my heart which slid through my two weepy balls. The rain tried to hide it somehow. Just in pain that I'm not the guy, your husband.....



© Kshitij