As I packed my bags,
Suitcases filled with cloths
And my modest belongings
My precious plants, framed pictures, and old souvenirs
All neatly boxed, wrapped and ready to be shipped
Tired, I sit on my couch
Thirstily I raise a bottle of water and gulp
My eyes flutter - could it be a sign?
I laid on my bed, closed my eyes,
And then slowly raised my eyelids
On the corner, next to the closet
I saw a white plastic bag
Neglected, wearied, dusty and torn
I stared at it for a moment
Heartbeat loud, paced faster
As if it is you in front of me
Stupid me!
Slowly to the corner, I picked - opened
You smile from the top of the piles
You have not changed
How can you? This was a mere picture
It does not change
Unlike you...
And me...
Then there was this other one, between friends
How that camera caught us stealing those glance
And remember the one in which you cried?
I kept on teasing you until you dried.
Those letters with few words
Inks faded, hardly readable
But amazingly, it's engraved,
In my soul
How is it possible?
I do not even love you anymore.