I used to hold her hand in mine to affirm my full faith in her,
I used to roll my hand over her head to take away all her worries,
I used to kiss her forehead to make her feel safe and protected,
I used to cuddle her in my arms to love her,

But,

The look she gave me that last time we met changed everything for me,
That day her eyes spoke a language alien to me and it killed me from within.

The very thought that neither did she like me nor did she convey the same to me
Made me aware of the biggest failure of my life and I still cannot help asking myself
Had I been so selfish in my approach towards her to merit so
Or was my thinking of which I was very proud the main culprit.

I cannot accept the fact of her not being mine, and even today,
Lying down – head in her lap – epitomizes inner peace for me.