Nothing in life is permanent, I had my reasons to believe, but is there? Sometimes I am forced to think were you even real?, you were always too good to be true. It is like you were here the other day, and yet no one believes me that there was an 'other' day!
How can someone cease to exist? You can only dump those cups and glasses of the guava juice in that green dustbin, but you can't erase the memory of you sipping on them. Maybe you can take away the creases from the bedsheets on the small bed in the corner of that poorly lit room, but you failed to destroy my recollection of you creating them... It is too long when you count all these years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds and their fractions... but they are just about countable in my memory of those seven days.
Memories... do they count? You can't put them out in a tray and show the world, and even if you could, it is not possible to make people see them the way you almost live them each and every passing day... It is almost like you never existed! I am not bothered if every single person tells me you were a lie; it is only when you make me stop believing you were real.
Will I ever see you again? Will there be a day when am reassured that you did exist? Maybe not. What is it that keeps me away from giving up on you... Were it only those seven days? Or, these several days when you have given me reasons to never let you go, just by being a permanent memory!
You are permanent... Even if everything else cease to exist, even if I ceased to exist; you'd still find a way to be still here, on my mind!
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| My eyes are still heavy, and it's not the sleep... it's you! |
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