Everything falling in place

Strange that now we are talking more.

Papers need to be signed,

Properties to be apportioned;

Memory is bankrupt and poor

I travel the city we left long ago

I saw the bank from outside, the yellow door

we opened our first joint account

even before we tied the knot…

went to the hospital where you delivered,

spoke to the doctor who strangely showed me the room,

its doors opened some twenty years ago

to tell me I had a daughter…

‘Sir is everything all right’, he exclaimed

Yes I said… everything is falling in place now.

I went to the park, the fairs where my daughter

would insist on every single joy ride 

that she’d see,

the metro howled in me the journeys to her school,

I saw at a glance the little steps that learnt

to climb the escalator…

it is moving, just as it were.

We are going to be strangers soon

Memory is bankrupt and poor

And I could see everything falling in place

But strange I feel lighter than ever before

For maybe now we’d talk more.