LET IT BE

I can see the wrinkles on my face now.

The laughter lines are more prominent.

The creases, the extra ness and the spots.

 It’s not who I was just a year back.

How things have changed.

You made me change.

 Less looking after myself.

And more attention to you.

The worry lines became more prominent.

The anger lines a little more defined.

Let it Be, someone murmured.

I couldn’t.

I wanted to be the BEST.

The competition killed me.

You didn’t make it easy.

We were all vying for your time.

You never had any.

It was a heavy burden.

It killed me.

It made me bitter. And sad.

And then you left.

And chose another.

But I was always “me”.

The one you said you loved.

How can I change now?

I’m still me.

The laughter has frozen.

And the lines have set in.

My face shows my burden.

The etches of a torn past.

If Only I had listened.

If only I could have…

Let it be…