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I Am. The chip on the tea cup, Whiffs of that particular scent I always wear. My smile, Yours too, I won’t let you forget.
Fire up the engine, And hear my scream of delight. Look over now- to empty passenger seat. Reminisce, yes,remember it’s my spot. Yours remains in my heart, And I’ll never let you forget.
The questions your mama asks, When she realises I’m not around. The subtle whispers when you hang with our friends, That emptiness . You’ll feel it in your hands because I’m not there. I hope you never forget.
Close knit was our bond, But now-unraveled In parts- Unparalleled,is this one-sided heartbreak. But it’s redirected to you,you see And so expect you’ll never be able to forget me.
Only good for next piece, ĺTĺhaĺt’s how easy she was. All the attention,attachments, yet still Not enough for an eternity. All for nothing, Each man for himself. She was,just because it was deemed so, Only good until the next piece.
The least favourite part of my day is always it’s beginning, And after that Ted talk… i definitely know better, But here i am again! Silencing the fourth ring of my alarm ! My constant ritual in the unhappiest part of my day.
I could pile up all the facts, But still come away with the same thing… From childhood memories to adult realities – something hasn’t changed A warm bath is great, but it’s timed- every thing is on these horrible mornings. Obediently , i hop into this and then to that till I get to set engagements.
I could have had fifteen more minutes in bed… Fifteen more minutes would have our arrival times synched. If I’d known they’d be late… then I’d just be on time to their time. But here I am forced to listen and smile Prompt replies to their stories of discordant mornings As if….as if it’s a perfect day.
Haunted. By the words I keep inside. By ash..as it falls, Slowly on me. Forming a pattern? I don’t know. Jigsaw to my puzzle,puppeteer to my pinocchio. Of all the certainties that form in our conversation. By jove! See the bunnies beneath our bed. Of the broom, leaning against unstable tables… Beneath which the corners and so darkness resides. By tracks of mascara when I cry. Out in feeling , Stained handkerchiefs , Insomnia and camomile cups of tea. By time and it’s flow has no regard For this fact, I’m haunted.
December 31st. We’re still waiting for our better days. The memories of yesterdays are yet to fade, But i feel it- we all do. Dear now,our lives are seeping away. There’s nothing to be had without and so i dip within, Kept safe in my only cocoon. Things will change Yes, and maybe i’ll become A version who deserves all the nice things in life too. [ ] Charis2020