Not a love-addict

a poem by Christuraj Alex

What would I say?
My tongue goes numb!
On That nineteen ninety-nine
Not not not…
What?
Your bosom blossoming
You stood before me and said
Nothing!
Smiling…
Smiling…
Smiling still…!
As though your smile has
No stop still stopping in me…
I stop.
Full stop.
For your hubby and kids-sake…