Me in spectrum
There are seasons when you simply have to walk away
and recover the time you have spent
for friends who turned into fantasies;
under appreciated miss reciprocated darling deprecated
and you can’t fathom why but-
you are your own hue.
Though you feel misunderstood, someday someone will fall in love with you
and whoever it is, he/she will need you to complete the void in his/her canvas.
I am not talking about a hundred roses or a thousand paper cranes but
the colour of the sea that varies between lime and turquoise
or the sun that sets amidst roseate salmon corals.
Just me, falling in your totality
like how I thirst to fall into an awaiting embrace