Sometimes I blame my memories.
You know why, you know it, right?
Isn’t it unfair to me,
that I still remember the day I met you last?
The last time our eyes met.
The last time you saw me, and I saw you,
yet we couldn’t utter a single word.
I try hard to fall asleep
but your eyes keep chasing me still.
That cloudy weather,
that misty morning,
that surprised look in your eyes
when you saw me
and came to know my address;
I could feel the amusement in you
The hormonal rush in your body,
the thumping beats of your heart,
the addiction in your bones
everything that made me realize
what I shouldn’t have known.
That one moment became an eternity in my memoir.
And I still wonder
was it the last or the first?
The last time we met
Before you chose the path to infinity,
and the first time I chose the path of longing.
Sometimes I feel,
that both of us chose the same path.
Longing is the river that I can’t cross ever.
You know it, right?
By Swarnali Nath
An Engineer turned Digital Marketer turned full -time writer, Swarnali is an author of two books and a contributing author of several anthologies. Get in touch with her at swarnawrites21@gmail.com.
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