The Echo Of Us Poem by Devang Verma

Always wanted someone
To share, care, grace.
To look up and face.
Who held me in the worst,
Who lifted me in the best.
Someone hearing every outburst,
Someone finer than the rest.

I found you, you found me.
Maybe we could be —
Friends, buddies, or partners,
Breaking each other's every curse.

Closer, as we grew,
Time didn't pass, it flew.
You needed me, I needed you —
Something I never really knew.
How did we get so close?
You, the only one I chose.

Was it my imagination
When I thought,
just a friend's convention?
Or was I the one you sought?

I loved you then,
In an affectionate way —
What close friends have,
But they never really say.

But what did I see?
A crack in the scene?
Something changed,
Somewhere in between.
You started to pull away,
I still stayed keen.

A while later,
Things could have gotten better —
Only if you really did care,
Only if you let yourself bare.
Did sense from a distance — I
Failed, in each try.
Bridges started to burn down,
Maybe I started to cry.

But you, you didn't show regret,
Because of someone new you met.
Maybe they were better indeed —
Was this the fruit of that seed?

In between, I questioned, doubted,
If what we had was real or miscounted.
Why? Why'd you let me slide?
All those moments-memories died?
Many tries to get you back,
Many uncounted chances —
But when it becomes one-sided,
Nothing really advances.

Struck all at once:
Acceptance, grief, an empty space.
If that's what you want,
Sure — I'll empty that place.

Hard to see you go — you went.
I still remember the time we spent.
But to never think lowly,
Bonds do evolve slowly.
It's not your fault, neither mine.
You found someone new. It's fine.

I'll still always hope for them to share
All my love, patience, and care.
But if you return — come back,
No friend, nothing's worth the try.
Moving ahead was my only option,
Keeping me from bleeding dry.

Nothing to lose, nothing to earn —
Either they stay, or you learn.
They are but a part of life.
Changes… yeah, this is life.
Now you're on a different track,
No — don't look back.
We aren't friends, nor enemies,
But strangers, with some memories.

Thus we break, we bend, we grow.
This is the truth we know:
If you can't hold on,
It's better to let go.