Trying to close my eyes as my ever running mind takes a pause
My body is cradling away by the train
I stare at the body of it
Handles, neon signs stating the berth numbers
As I’m cradling away, my hand touches the cold metal of a bar
I’m wide awake and I think of you
I am not so well rested as I adjust my head according to my co passenger’s gentle feet move away
I’m facing myself and my top
I stare at it
It smells of nostalgia even though I’m wearing it for the first time ever
I wear you like the Oudh perfume I apply everyday
You come in different scents and sizes
But you are a part of me
You will be always
Even if I wash away all my clothes
Even if I throw away all my perfumes
Even if I throw away myself into a river
It’d be a river of your memories.
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