So it's over
I delete all the long notes I had written for you
Un-save all the pictures I'd saved on Instagram, that I thought you'd have liked
I would've sent them to you one at a time
So you would know that I'm thinking about you
I throw away the wilted flowers and bouquets that I had so meticulously preserved as a token of our memories.
I almost hear my heart shatter into pieces.
I do not delete your pictures, no, it's too painful
So I slyly hide them away in the hidden folder
Of my phone
I try to delete the memories
Keep them away in a hidden folder
But how do I do that?
How do I forget the way you asked me to marry you when we were lying in bed
Tears trickling down my cheeks
How do I forget the look in your eyes when you told me you loved me
The look that was replaced by cold indifference
When you saw me on my knees crying for you to come back
I try to give you your jacket back
The jacket that smells of you
And makes me feel like I'm lying in your arms when I hold it tight at night
But I can't.
So even today, when somebody asks me
"Why are you so much in love with Mumbai?"
I smile and shake my head
And think to myself
Because Mumbai, to me, is you. It always has been. It always will be.