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Rituals
I remember our rituals,
Of Sundays and Mondays,
And how I secretly used to wait,
And wish,
For you to remember them too,
Because it was a ritual,
That manifested out of a habit,
And not because of a promise,
That we made to keep.
But you did,
Follow the ritual like an unsaid promise.
Eventually situations changed,
The ritual broke but the promise remained,
Secretly in the conversations,
Until they broke too.
So, when I remember the ritual today,
My whole body tingles with goosebumps,
And it is not a coincidence that it is a wish,
Of my little heart,
That the ritual should start again,
Promise me that you will continue it someday.
