That night when you called.

That night when you called,
after what seemed like ages, may be decades or centuries.
I don't know may be by that time I had lost my mind or
waiting for you I had just lost the sense of time.

That night when you called,
I had just finished picking up the pieces of my broken heart,
fixing it up with the glue of time which was still wet
waiting to fall apart with the softest nudge.

That night when you called,
I was  hoping you would hear the crackling sound of my shattering soul,
ready to break once again,
I was hoping this time you would pick up those pieces with love, with care.

That night when you called,
you told me you received my last letter, you read the words written,
I wanted to ask you why haven't seen those words earlier,
flowing through my eyes, written on my face
They were not words, they were the scars you had made.

That night when you called,
to check if I was fine,
If I was still alive?
Yes I was alive, trying to hold on to my breath,
 in that empty casket of my body,

That night when you called,
I was hoping you would pick up that piece of my soul that was left behind,
I was hoping you would fix that empty part this time.

But, that night when you called
I didn't feel a single thing
I didn't hear your voice talking
You did not seem to be real,
you seemed to me like some ghost from the past,
A story that had finally ended.

That night when you called,
you seemed to me like a lifeless stone,
You hit me hard, trying to break me one more time,
But, you instead freed my soul trapped inside the broken promises and the lost time.

That night when you called,
I finally realised,
you were just not worth those tears, my love and the fight,
I  finally broke the shackles of misery you called love,
I was free at last,
 flying with a new lease of life.