They are not supposed
To stay
Forever
They grow out of you
Grow apart from you
Find better soil
And you should too
Normalcy is a rarity
The next day is different from the last
It just seemed like everything is mushed together
It was way before, that thing we call the past.
Places we call home
Change and change they will
Location or feeling
The search of a new thrill
Once, not long ago.
The rains from far above
would hit the sidewalk with proper strength so that mum would bring out the kettle
Coffee or tea, all in the same wavelength.
Dear kiddo, go buy some bread
For a nice and cozy afternoon
Deserves some small talk
In this precious day of June.
She would watch around
As the day turned into night
Cocoa milk and dipped bread
All to make her mind right
Every now and then I remember
What commodity felt for you and I
Home isn't what we grew to know
But you have learnt to say goodbye
YOU ARE READING
The moon, space and her.
ŞiirA chronological collection of poems about an awkward and deep relationship with the people I love and Miss Destiny.
