I know you read these 'stupid verses sweetly packed with insincerity'
purple flowy lace I stole from your mother's torn dress
those pink messy bows drew are nothing extraordinary
glittery cursive alphabets at the edges of coffee stained pages
a dialogue from a cartoon we enjoyed together at nine
I'm nineteen, almost a decade
a decade with anxious autumns
and winters of no snow
summers with no sign of soulmates
and rain that only intensifies the absence
I wonder if it snows at the other side of globe
do you build a snowman or write my name with frozen fingertips
oh, it's been a decade
you must have forgotten the spelling
or the swelling of my happiness of building forts with chairs
I learnt baking but I promised someone else I will cook brownies
you joked how the only place you saw snow was the refrigerator freezer
grew up to a heartthrob, no crooked smiles
I love your laugh, but now it's just another echo between bodies
oh, sorry I said too much
but how do I pack everything I've felt in small texts with limits
I'm not you, to pack away life in six boxes and move
No, I don't criticize you
it was pure wit, no evilness underneath
how do I humanely sum up everything
What should i tell you first
the lovers lost in doomsday
or the emails written but never sent
the friends who turned out to be a crook
or the wrath I changed into
the weather, and my mother
or the graduation no one came to
the checks made off my poems
or the apartment I couldn't change into a home
yeah, it's been a decade
I've got liquor and too many regrets
Come back even for a week, or a moment
I'm dying to have you holding me again