just another ordinary day
or so it pretends
and that old gnawing ache
finds me again.

I see her joining
smiles, brimming, full of hope
like a flickering candle
trying to make an impact
for one final time.

but little does she know
the hidden agenda
that was planned & sealed
eight bitter days ago.

chances are never
what they claim to be
they’re never true,
not here, atleast.

it was a predefined strategy
masked in the form of
opportunity.

you either fall into trap A
or into  B but
there is no inbetween.
it was just a reprieved decision
in the first place.

this isn’t common –
but it’s becoming the norm
in this startup hood,
that’ll remain startup
for this very obvious reason.

my phrases are ready
empathies and praises
to gently nudge her.
though it’s genuine,
will she feel that way?

I hope she never comes back
for, she deserves a chance,
that’s actually a chance.