I had gnawed and nibbled at the most mundane pieces of you, and insomniac nights and reddened eyes were the things that remained stuck in my nails then and stayed till now. And in these fingernails of mine also remain so many lost years and memories that betrayed. Yes, I know I have wronged, but I could never get away from them in my head. May be it was how things were meant to be, may be …forever afters are too saccharined to be true. There were sharp nooks and empty corners in the love poems I cooked up in steamy cookers of lidded dreams. I filled and over-filled ashtrays with the smoking hollows of my burnt out self, and still still still couldn’t empty the ashen remains of the dusty bygone days. I set you free and let them be, I never did know what was right or wrong for me.