Dear love,
I saw you and I was confused,
Whether to shake hands,
Or to hug you.
Or to remove one mask or the both of them.
The one that I wear to prevent COVID
And the other one that I use to cover the ripples inside me; the smile I mean.
I was confused whether to hold the overflow of emotions,
Or to let them go out through my eyes.
But then, I chose to do the thing that was bold and wise.
I gritted my teeth and stood still until you passed by.
I don't know whether you secretly read the memoirs of our love I write and weep as I do.
But I am sure that the ripples of our memories has its effect on you too.
I am saying this because you staggered as soon as you saw me,
Perhaps you were trying to control yourself the same way I did?
You are a stranger now; I had almost convinced myself ,
Just because you perceive me as one.
But then, "a person who knows you so well is a stranger?" My heart asked.
And here I am, confined again inside these four walls,
Writing another memoir of our love.
And wondering if things would be the same if they were up to me and not you.
And maybe I don't need an answer.
Do I?
© Bidhya Adhikari

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