The Graveyard

A graveyard of friendships, of lovers and kin,

Of memories fading and what might have been.

I miss the old schoolmates, the chatter for hours,

The pencil-fight battles and disciplinary powers.

The tea and the gossip, from local to grand,

Discussing the politics ruling the land.

The girl who made me feel once Kabir Singh, a Rockstar,

The college-bound brothers who swore to go far.

But I never belonged; the connections would die,

As the years and the seasons went fluttering by.

Everyone has skeletons in their closet but I have a f’king graveyard.

For me, being “friends” wasn’t simple or light,

I didn’t want Chandler or Joey to laugh through the night.

I sought to be Samwise, the loyal and true,

To carry the burden of Frodo for you.

But nobody walked at the pace that I set,

They fell to the wayside with grief and regret.

I left them behind, though I wished they would stay,

Now I look at the ghosts of a long-faded day.

Everyone has skeletons in their closet but I have a f’king graveyard.

Then someone arrived and she claimed me as hers,

My idol, my everything, through blessings and curse.

She fought through the world just to stay by my side,

The Samwise to my Frodo on this bitter ride.

But I rotted her world, and the closet grew full,

As the weight of the skeletons started to pull.

Her family, her friends—then the one I held fast,

A newborn who breathed for a second, then passed.

Everyone has skeletons in their closet but I have a f’king graveyard.

But now she has altered the hand I was dealt,

The coldest of winters has started to melt.

I’ve a third of myself and two-thirds of her heart,

A little new person, a brand-new start.

I love them both dearly; I’ll give them my best,

To lift up the curse and to grant us some rest.

The hope that she gives me has finally shown,

The seeds of a future that we’ve finally sown.

Everyone has skeletons in their closet... and I’ve closed mine, for good.