To unlove
and love you
Took me to
hell and back
Weak need
not to attempt
No tests for
desires to know
All that remains
Is but a
distant dream
Like that of
a story
That was
rubbed off
The only remnants
are pencil
marks
At the
bottom of that plain paper
That once
carried
uncaring
written notes
Of an
unfinished love
It reads and
I write it now
‘love her’
till the gentle rain
Falls in
time to her soundless tears
‘love her
more’ when winds wreak havoc
And
ferocious is the thunder
She is as
the note says
A pendulum
that swings
Between fear
and suffocation
Sometimes
fear and abandonment
At times
faith and infidelity
‘love her’
when she watches clocks
Chases time
‘love her
more’ when she tries
Tries to
make the broken pieces fit
Tries to
make sense of it all
Amid the
notes lives a memory
Of her
fighting demons
Slaying
those dragons
And yet at
times
She like a
child
Terrified
alone in a big world
‘love her’
for her bravery
‘love her
more’ when she’s scared
Like the
chronicles of a
Death
foretold and of
Endless
battles to find herself
The note
that hints
of her when
she is small
and of times
she feels
huge and
invincible
‘love her’
when she feels too much
‘love her
more’ when she feels not enough
The
unfinished love that
Speak volumes
of ache
Pain and
anguish,
Of her eyes
that grow dim
And when she
is a bright light
Letting wind
weave magic
Through her
hair
Inscribed in
that note’s heart
Were two,
sometimes three
Words
Love her,
lover her more
‘love her’
when she’s light
‘love her
more’ when in darkness
‘love her’
when she loves you
‘love her
more’ when she hurts
‘love her’
when its easy
‘love her
more’ when its not
The pencil
with its broken nib
Wrote for me
to understand
Understand
her, it spelled
She offered
you her fragile heart
She didn’t
need you
She had
chosen you
The note now
breaths its last
Asks me to
love
‘love her’
when she doesn’t love
‘love her’
for she is her
‘love her
more’ for you know
How to love
harder
Undying wish
of the
Love that
died
Keep the
notes
Of the unfinished
love.
Mir Atif
November of 2016
