A Forgotten Nostalgia

Don't you ever listen to songs that have my name in them?
Don't they make you think of me and how I used to be?
Your friend.
Or something close to that.

Don't random situations ever remind you
of things I used to say or do.
Things that annoyed you, or made you frown.
Things that destroyed everything we had,
piece by piece, till a point of no return.

Perhaps we were never destined to be friends;
there was too much imbalance in our equation to permit that.
An imbalance of love and passion and expectation and hope.
Standing in our way like a monster too intense.
Too crazy, too possessive, too destructive, too wild.
It devoured whatever little we had,
and yet stood hungry for more, it's appetite whetted.
I did not want to give it more fodder,
for a monster as a pet is an exhausting thing.
And so I withdrew, with whatever strength I could muster.
I let you go.
And proverbially waited, to see if you would come back.
You didn't.
To see if you were really mine.
You aren't.

Yet I can't help but wonder,
Was I really that easily replaceable?
Or forgettable?
Doesn't anything remind you of me anymore?
Have I really become just an insignificant memory,
A fast-fading figment of your colorful past?
Don't you ever think of the days we would talk so much,
Sharing secrets, fears, dreams, whatnot.
Sharing our lives.
Honestly, don't you ever listen to songs that have my name in them?
Don't they make you think of me and how I used to be?
Your Friend.

MEHAK teri, aajati hai kabhi kabhi....