Scribbled Poetries

A Series of Forgetful Events

I keep forgetting things that one should not forget, but dear, my habit has gotten worse with your absence

A week ago, I called out for you because I was feeling hungry. When there was no response from you, realization struck me and your absence made me feel empty.

6 days ago, I was feeling low. The house seemed the perfect place to go as your smile would always lighten up my mood. Instead upon reaching home I found myself all alone. I felt stupid for forgetting, that you weren't there.

5 days ago, I wanted to stream your favorite movie and cuddle in the bed. But upon entering the room, I felt strange because after all without you, nothing was same.

4 days ago, I forgot to turn off the stove. If it hadn't been for the lady next door, I don't think our home would have been here anymore.

3 days ago,  I left the shower running. When I came back home, our whole room was flooding.

2 days ago, I thought about baking a cake and I did bake one. But I felt asleep after putting it in the oven. If you would've been here, the cake wouldn't have burnt.

Yesterday, I burnt my shirt. With the iron kept flat over it, I had gone to take a shower. But to my horror, I had forgotten to switch off the plug. All that was left of the shirt, were the memories attached to it.

Today, on the last day of the week, everything goes by smoothly but a thought keeps nagging me the whole day. As the hands of the clock strike 12 at night, I suddenly remember that today was your first death anniversary.