Decisions.

I have to decide
It's either one or the other
I'm given two choices
but I kind of want the third one
I know I shouldn't expect too much
rather
I should hope for the best
but what's the difference, really?

Her.

Everything I do
reminds me of her

We used to have conversations
that ran deep
like the rivers
after each seasonal monsoon

Now
there's almost no words to be spoken
no thoughts to come across
with every attempt
at every corner
only an awkward smile
and silence
greets me