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.
