Unnamed #3

Do you remember the fragrance from the Frangipani behind our room

Told us stories of different lands that we all knew never existed?

Remember how we sneaked in dried nuts and put them under our pillows

To be strictly had, in the dark, during those insane story telling sessions?

I remember them like I would a favourite jigsaw puzzle from those days

Pieces you know will eventually come together but not right away

I remember some songs, some funny games, and fights we had over nothing

And how it all ended without a warning and vanished behind the doors

Occasionally, I would read these novels that had the two of us in the middle

They were us, with different faces, different names and different stories

But I would ride through the story like a desperate and wounded horse

That had to reach before it fell on an unknown plot and bled to death

Your best friend left the country and you cried because she didn’t ask you once

My lover walked out and I burnt all his letters that we knew were seriously lacking

Under my bed, rotted a stuffed bear that my second lover gave for a birthday

You poked fun at me, called me a child and ran out of the room with your pigtails

You make me smile even without intention and from that overwhelming distance

You and I no longer ask, call, speak, wish, love, hate, cry, laugh, smile or argue

Lives were parted, with a wide-toothed comb, possibly to untangle the rough edges

Causing deep lines, differences, lack of interest and general disregard for each other

We turn defiant, annoyed, and annoying, and let our egos take over as puppeteers

You walk in the snow, hurt your neck, shiver in the cold, go months without money

I burn in the sun, hurt my neck, reel under the heat and go months without money

It’s ironic, isn’t it, how in a way we live identical lives without even asking for it?

Unnamed #2

Now that you have worn all your gold

That dances to the light from the window

And sung your song and read your story 

Is your head, now resting on his shoulder?

I was there. Right there, somewhere visible 

I told him once, perhaps slightly too aloud 

That our fates were fastened together

And then, I told him again, this time quietly.

You banished the chillies out from the curry

And fed him slowly, bite by bite 

As he stared into your eyes that mirrored his

And dreamed of the wild ocean at your feet.

You walked, leaving a trail on the sand

He sat, afar, watching with addicted eyes

While you smiled unknowingly, blushing a little

Whispering his name into the seductive breeze.

I tore at my hair and gouged my eyes out

Bared my soul and abandoned my ego

Told him. Begged him. It was only him I could love

But it was never too often and never too surely.

The two of you built a castle without walls

Filled with jewels, children, felines and tureens

You laughed, wept, shared tales and relived moments 

And made love in summer without complaining.

I saw it all. I saw it from a distance one can't measure

Cracks had begun to appear on my cursed forehead

I forgot the lines, the maps, the names and time

From your door, I didn't quite know the direction.