Did You Learn to Cook?

Half a pack of cards -
The king of spades still has the turned corner
On the left bottom;
From that weekend we spent,
Locked in a cottage
Lost amidst coffee and pepper...
I knew you cheated, you know,
And I let you win anyway.
I still have that book,
Marked with a dried rose
On page 211;
‘Sad poems’, you said, with misty eyes,
So I packed it away in my bag...
I never returned it,
And you never asked.

I don’t have pictures;
When you left, you took them all.
Perhaps you knew,
That I don’t need pictures,
To remember,
How you leaned out of the rear window,
To look back,
When you thought I wasn’t watching;
I don’t need pictures to remember,
How you'd bite your lip
When you smiled sometimes;
How you moved when you danced
In my arms;
How you’d tie up your hair, a little messy,
And hum in the kitchen...
By the way, did you learn to cook?

The little love-notes you left,
Stuck to the bathroom mirror;
The oversized, overworn T-shirt,
That we both fought over;
A pair of grey socks,
That you forgot in the laundry basket -
These are all that are left of you
Behind my closed door...
And yet,
Like the lingering smell of drenched earth
After a rain,
What I have of you
Is so much more.

(Composed - 07th July 2014)

Sometimes...

When the grey sky stretches like evenings in Summer
And melts into the red earth
As I spread my hands to catch a bit of the wind;
When the air smells like wet lilies,
And like the time I tried to hoard
In an old shoebox tied with a red ribbon;
When the ledge outside my kitchen window
Is lined with tiny sparrows
Shaking the rain from their wings;
I think of you:
I think of lemonade laced with mint
And the tangy taste of kisses,
I think of blankets and laughter
And your fingers in my hair,
Of the new umbrella sitting in my bag
While we walked in the rain,
Of the coffee cups we bought
But never filled,
Of promises never made
Yet promises kept.

And I wonder if, perhaps,
You think of me too sometimes.

Drink Beer

I know, I know
You want to punch that guy
God! His nerve!
Too bad he's so big
You might just break your own knuckles
So chill,
Paint your nails yellow
And drink beer!

Bittersweet

We are now
We are good
This moment in time
We are us
And yet I know
What tomorrow holds
I won't think of later
I'll live this now
I'll live my moment
This moment is bittersweet.

Counting

I put on my blue dress
And look in the mirror,
I tell myself I like what I see;
And what I can't see doesn't matter,
Does it?
They won't see the sleepless night in my eyes,
Or hear the little sound
Of something breaking inside.
They won't see my thoughts,
They won't know how I feel.

I slip my feet into my shoes;
They won't know how they hurt,
They won't know 
That I'd rather stay home.
It's time to go,
So I put on my best smile;
I know I'm going to laugh later,
Maybe even say something funny...
And I know they won't see,
Beyond my armour.

You ask me how many times 
A heart can break?
I don't know yet,
But I'm still counting.

Fireflies in Summer

When the night is at its darkest 
When the moon becomes a stranger
When you don't have to close your eyes
To count the scars on your soul
Just smile,
Stay strong,
And hold on...
There'll be fireflies in Summer.

One More Time...

Why does it have to be so hard?
This living? 
One moment you’re content feeling nothing 
And in the next, there is too much... 
It's like someone’s watching; 
Making sure you crumble again 
Just to see if you can get up 
One more time...