I saw you again the other day
A deep shock I had
Never did I expect to see you here again
What was I thinking?
You being you
You could be anywhere you want to be
Our distance was less than a feet
But I walked past without you noticing
I wanted to come close to say a simple “Hi”
But once again, you were on the phone
And I was in a hurry
I miss the days we once had
You taking “prayer” break every now and then
Returning 5 minutes later with smelly cigarette breathe
You and your ever so sarcastic jokes
The things you said were not forgotten
Two years ago
I sat at the same table with you and him
No words you said made any sense to me
Two years later
I wonder if I could now understand that conversation
You once told me that
To be heard, one got to be loud
To be loud, one got to sacrifice a little something
Something that takes away a piece of us
A part of us that we hesitate to lose now
But when we look back in the future, we will be grateful we did
I agreed with you then
And I still do today
The question is, how ready am I to make that change?
Be it two years ago or two years later
Nevertheless, I wished you weren’t on the phone that day
And I wished I wasn’t in a hurry
Then at least, we could have greeted each other
I miss the times where you proudly reminded me
Of how much you love us
I know you said it from the bottom of your heart
Yet I never took you seriously
Now I wish to hear them again
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