"The way I walk now you'd have a hard time recognizing me, on these streets where I once imagined walking with you. Hand in hand, like we always did, and it never mattered where we were going because it was all just fine.I was always fine.But they rest restlessly in my pockets now in a new town, on these new streets, and it's heavy to stay standing, for my body is half the size when you're gone and these buildings are tall and old and beautiful and I wonder what secrets they hold. How to stand so proud after so many years because I'm still young but I feel worn and I get through the days on too much caffeine and mood altering chemicals to stay awake long enough to make the poetry come alive. I fall asleep on the floor with the music still playing when my neighbour leaves for the office and I'm jealous.I wonder what it's like to go outside and know where to go, know where you want to end up and just simply go there. I've been making lists of things I want to do,where to go and who to be, now that you're gone, and it's nice and all, it's just ... I'd rather write it with you,and go there with you.Be things with you. There were days when I stayed awake till midnight in case you'd come back, but you didn't, I wear the same clothes and shower in the rain, eat when I can and sleep when I can,which is rare and not often,so if you'd see me now on these streets where I once imagined walking with you you'd have a hard time recognizing me.
© Anmol