| There is a sciatica running down a leg but I manage to live with it quite easily. I’m in Calcutta where I swore I never would live and you’re in the other end of the country, so to speak You tell me you’re unpacking your life from boxes, I wish I could help somehow. In school we memorized poems, we had to, some of which still resonate with me. I’ve chosen to forget much of those years But for the songs you hummed when I needed to heal both of us sticking out like sore thumbs, unable to express in words our weaknesses brazening it out instead. I never was wooed by the syllabus but was dutiful, you were stronger. It’s okay to now admit, I’m scared still That I may not be good enough, I never was The pictures we share do not say The secrets wasted, which part of our minds Are hidden from view? In the end We will be judged on love alone. Love and our refrains and the songs We took pleasure in, lost in playlists of the past You’ve known me forever, you know my demons, you’ve fought them by my side. How can I describe this as mere friendship? How can I not call your soul as part of my whole? And you are the only one who gets That I am only cleaning the mirror we both hold. |
ipsita banerjee 
Lovely.
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