Coming back to you <br />Doesn’t seem easy not even a fluke <br />How close it has been <br />It doesn’t matter now cuz we are through <br />Havent gone that far but couldn’t say we were close <br />As these six degrees of separation is what we couldn’t move. <br /> <br />There is no meaning in observing skies, <br />In waiting for winters, in wet eyes. <br />What is left is remains of my watch <br /> Tired of counting moments since last we talked. <br />I have walked a million miles in quiet madness <br />Crazy thoughts and endless darkness. <br />Turned to you but we had six degrees of separation that we couldn’t move. <br /> <br />Hunted for reasons with knives blunt with doubt <br />Couldn’t see anything cuz we were the bait. <br />There were days I said words <br />There were days when I was only words. <br />Now I am leaving with an impervious soul <br />Filled with hollowness thrown. <br />Looked around to say goodbye! ! <br />Could vaguely see your shadow that was disappearing fast <br />Can‘t call your name <br />Six degrees of separation has driven me insane.<br /><br />KUNAL SETH<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/six-degrees-of-separation/
