NAMELESS

You made me your friend; I made you the love of my life! I was left with nothing more of me but you. You filled my mind with the countless memories that I pretend to forget, every hour, every second! You were close, yet so far that you never understood what I meant…

It was the silent withering that took me back to the ICU bed, of how hopeful I was when your vitals were intact, while the machine still displayed a zigzag line.

We grown ups have forgotten the fun that’s there in the spontaneity of the moments. Doing something silly because it needs to be done not because it would be appreciated. Wondering and wandering in the clouds that take up any shape we would have wanted. Everything mundane would have been a bliss. A colorful butterfly would have been the achievement of the day. Scrapped knees would have been a reason for tears. And an honest laugh when we would have fallen with a friend…