I Write Poetry

Here we are again,
Trying to meet , trying to reach out.

Do you remember those days when we use write each other and responded very quickly with curiosity to know each other?

Do you know how you cared?

Did you know how much you liked chatting to me?

Where did it all go?
What wrong have I done?

Maybe it's a curse, or relentlessness.

I awake now in the deep mourne of not being the same person to you. Oh! No I haven't changed but it is you to whom I don't matter anymore?

Why did you then care afterall if you don't care now?