The things I paid attention to
The things I was proud of
The smile on the lips
The sparkle in the eye
The dazzling wit
The lightning repartee
My weaknesses
My fleeting mistresses
Met their match
In the one I neglected
Whose silence I thought
Was acceptance
Whose tirelessness I assumed
Was my entitlement
The one I abused
As if by right
Slurping the last drops
Of an over-sized ice-cream
Digging into a luscious sweet
Popping a crunchy pakoda
Staying up late
In WhatsApp groups
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