POEM

Halfway Healing

A Poem on Conundrums by Ruftaz Raj

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I should’ve known better—
that a conversation that wouldn’t have ended in a day
should not have been a conversation I picked.
You see, when alone in their rooms, everyone’s aloof and silent.
And the whole reason we’re even going through this conundrum
is that we aren’t spending as much time together talking, as we used to.

And even if it’s only for an evening that’s been nitpicked for this,
I don’t think I would’ve wanted to be silent when we’re together—
not even for a second.

I should’ve known better—
not to call anything bittersweet for the heck of a poem;
since the taste left in our mouths turned out to be just bitter
after I said what I said,
and it could’ve only been described with plain bitter words.

I should’ve known better—
not to begin with halfway healing,
but to wait another day, another moment,
to have heard the whole thing—the whole story.