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Poem: Only Me by Ipsita Basu
Words by Ipsita Basu
Image by Gretchen Gales
Is it only me or do you feel it, too?
Does your heart skip a beat when I smile at you?
Can a loving word I say or appreciation true
Bring a smile to your lips when you are blue?
Does a day gone by without a word to me
Make you feel even in spring like a leafless tree?
Does every mention you hear of my name
Kindle in your heart a bright red flame?
Would you trust me completely deep down in your heart
Even when hundreds leave me alone and depart?
Would you stand by me through thick and thin
No matter what scrapes I get myself in?
Would you disregard the taunts you hear,
And feel proud to hold me near?
Do you feel lucky to know me, too?
Do you wish, too, to vocalize, “I love you.”?
Or is it only me, as it always has been?
Am I only a piece of furniture, unheard, unseen?
Does a talk with me seem like a waste of time?
Do I hold in your heart a place worth even a dime?
Do you consider me unworthy of your care?
Do you think I am a bother too much to bear?
Do you consider it an act of charity,
To call me your friend out of pity?
Well, if that is so, then let me tell you,
I am better off alone than with the likes of you.
Oh, yes, my love for you is and will always be true--
But unrequited love always makes me blue.
So shun your façade, go on your way,
Make it black or white; I am tired of gray--
And leave me here, as it was and will continue to be,
Strong, alone and peaceful, only me.
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