an elegy to unfinished ideas

Art by Aditya Damle

you lay there, silently
in typo-laden Notes on my phone,

squiggled in Ineligible in my diary,

doodled crudely on my tab.

you lay there, secretly

looking on as i move on

hurriedly, impatiently, fast fast,

onto something "more interesting".

you lay there, probably

thinking that your last trace

has been forgotten, that i will

never come back to you.

i want you to know however reluctantly -

i am sorry;

it’s not you, 

it’s me.