Every evening, I look at the sky
Wait for the colours to change
To what reminds me of the years gone by,
You, me, and the lavender haze.
The sky is pink
The breeze cool
Even on a cold winter night
Or scorching mid-summer June.
I’d hate for this poem to turn
Into a silent tale of unrequited love
Because it wasn’t, I swear
Just lacking evidence to back it up.
So I reminisce, and you remember it all
Colour of my shoelace ten years ago
Where we first met at the vault;
But is it fair if I attribute it to me,
Or, your impeccable memory?
The rest of the world goes grayscale
While their silhouette scintillates.
You wish on a thousand fireflies
To paint this palette every single day.
Revisit the moments at least a million times
Every word you said, hoping you got it right
Replay the laugh and twinkle in their eyes
Heart on the sleeve, “hope I made them smile.”
The playful banter and their quick remarks
You lose all concept of time;
A little nudge while they look the other side
Only to have a skipped heartbeat
As they find their way back to your eyes.
Sleepless nights and dreamy days
The uncertainty of them showing up
So you stare at your phone—
Until you see your own reflection.
Now it’s 11 PM and they call you up again;
The tireless clock takes a long pause
She’s been here before and so have you
Next time you glance, it’s already dawn.
You’re a secret language I can never
Speak, speak of, speak with, again
I’ll be exiled if I do, will vacate if I don’t
Two countries, but no home yet.
Mix some red, white, and blue
The passion, peace, and tragedy
That’s where you’ll find your lilac
Pulled in stronger than by gravity.
Written by Isha Bhardwaj for MTTN
Featured Image by PeijinsArt
Edited by Ishita Sharma for MTTN
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