Brevity, Quill


You don’t talk to me anymore. You don’t look at me anymore. It seems as if I am clinging on to a memory of the past. It feels as if I should stop my futile efforts to call you. I start questioning the time we spent together. The books we read, the secrets we shared, the time we stole a packet of maggi from the store, the time when I missed my mother and you held onto me, crooning our song in my ears. You protected me from bullies and beat them black and blue. You knew I was poor and I couldn’t afford the things you liked but still you were hellbent on making friends with me.

But, I question these memories which appear to be fading dreams, good times to brief to last. You walk into the class and see through me. I look at you, when you move around with the popular girls of our class, the way you talk with them, the way you say nasty things about me without a care in the world. And the way I feel can never be measured on our scale of emotions, how hurt I feel, you can’t comprehend. We sit next to each other, far apart. How crazy I was to think that our worlds could meet!

I miss your watermelon scent, when it wafted through the air and you would dance on the streets, making a shy girl like me follow you and swirl around, with the cool breeze and the warm sunshine lighting up our path. I miss snorting with you and burping loudly. I miss having a person who would make me believe in myself. But the castles have turned to sand and the tables have turned, so have you, leaving me crying in the shadows.

Brevity, Quill

That Night.

It was twisted, that night, 

Twisted, yet magical,

We were too close,

Too close,

Too familiar.

Too easy to love,

Too easy to loose,

too easy to hurt.