Mac N Cheese
The same sky and the same place -
Fast flowing wind left back all her grace;
Last of the lights had blown out,
And then my lips were set in a light pout.
The touch on my shoulder was familiar;
With every nanometer his hand moved towards my lower back -
My forehead became more sweaty,
And my heart was filled with regret.
Why did I give up on a love so true;
Afterall the one who decides your future is you!
With all these things in my mind ;
Eyes forcefully shut, I had a panic attack.
Happily married in front of the world;
My soul was never at ease.
Food from the best of hotels -
Couldn't replace his undercooked mac and cheese!
© 2017 Yashika Gangwani