Until We Meet Again

By Vasudhaa Narayanan

As I pack my belongings

Of 3 and a half years, too long

I slip into the two fuzzy layers of my blanket

I collect objects, like

I collect words - scribbled, printed, said

Never good at letting go

“That’s not good, vee” – he said

Keep only one thing that reminds you of a person

A memory, your favorite one.

Letters I wrote, but never sent

Bookmarks I made

That never snuggled between warm pages

There are

Places I won’t visit again

People I can’t say goodbye to

But it’s alright, darling

The rain pacifies my displaced state of mind

There’s room for one more – it tells me

One more coffee, perhaps.

Let’s run into the past

And

Flirt with familiarity

Or learn to love -

The face in the darkness

Accept the fear of the unknown

Until then,

The blinding city lights

Shine past midnight

As nostalgia slowly creeps in

One moment

Between the city skyline and I

-          that’s when I know its time for goodbye

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Vasudhaa Narayanan

I'm a 21 year old Indian, who grew up in Africa, India and Singapore. I love to dance and frolic in the rain! I am an animal lover, tree hugger, and a bit of a singer. When i'm not trying my hand at photography, learning french or travel blogging, I play my ukulele!

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