Thursday, November 15, 2007
dark chocolate
i was revisiting the ideas of that girl that was me
who in May moved into that address on her own.
im a bit startled by the notes she scribbled there.
i look at her accusingly
like she has performed the ultimate betrayal.
she then explains to me that it startles her too, this everything.
she is startled that loneliness is real.
and that it cramps sneakily when changing channels 11pm.
she is startled that distress, she has plenty of them.
enough to skip a cup of tea, enough to forget making phonecalls,
and doing right things right.
so perhaps im being a little too hard on her.afterall im startled by the depth of love that im capable of
as i find myself holding a wealth of memories
and taking them places with me
like all things bittersweet.
ill try to listen to her for once.
Posted by nidya at Thursday, November 15, 2007