A memory of you holds me when I can’t sleep.
Don't confuse this memory, as one of our recent days.
I remember how tiny our hands were, when we would pitch tents in the garden.
That memory of you holds me; the one where you and I had nothing to run from,
We still had so much to chase.
You hold me dear, when I cannot bring myself to like who I am.
I’ve told you, ever since we were children, that with you,
Every little impossible thing seems easy.
Like talking about your day, or how a light in your heart went out with an unfortunate incident.
My heart is broken, with no good tape.
But you taught me that I do not need to be plastered with anything as long as I am me,
And with that thought I rose from my bed, half empty, yet half whole.
And I realise the way that I can never choose one.
I don’t need to, do I?
I was once more than enough.
- Neha Thapar
F.Y.B.A.
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