People usually do the Otherwise

I came home

And you were weeping

In the corner of that tiny room.

Remember the day?

The barber had cut your hair way too short:

That you wanted it to be a ghazal 

But it had turned into a haiku.

Well

I fell for you that day

Without thinking

Almost instinctual

Like fish falls for bait.

I fell for you

Not because you were weeping.

You were weeping for something

That would definitely grow back.

People usually do the otherwise.