Cursed

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By Gaurav Parab

I drift away from these sounds of success

Each woman wears a fake smile over her dress

And the men wear shirts cut not too crisp or long

And just as I leave, the band plays our song.

Have to sigh and stop in my stride

Have to look for you not by my side

And the curse you gave when you left

Close your eyes to feel my power you said.

I invite the darkness and I am taken away

To that slow winter evening at that fast café

Pray for your mind - you whispered in my ear

My love will be your biggest fear to fear.

You cursed,

You may not hear me laugh every single day

But you will hear my voice in things strangers say

It may not be me who sneaks into your room

But feel my touch when she wears my perfume

And just when you think you will move on

You will stop when someone plays our song