The day you
pasted orange peels all over the sky
threw your books and socks into the suitcase
scribbled a verse on the one way ticket
scissored out a sparrow from that last ten rupee note
pressed your freezing palm over my eyes and
whispered
'Polar Express, look!'
was the day I knew we would never make it to
the other side.
Our side, our
tumbling tectonic caving-in side
was
way too beautiful
to be going down without
Us.
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