She sounded warm enough
But why did I feel like I was walking on egg-
shells, like the ones we used to pick
on the sea-shore, her hand pressed
into mine, in one grip-for-a-life-
time, o, why did you have to do this to me
and leave me, holding on to ribbons
of memories, of me and her, forever in that timeless frame
that hangs on my wall, and she walled
from me, if I only knew why, I would
set it right, I know I will.
For laughter natural, peals like pearls
she gifted me saved up from her job at the store.
For chats-over-chips, legs dangling and touching
each other, a pairing I’ll never tire of.
For shopping expeditions, coquetting
and pouting, taking me back to my toddler,
my littlest one.
For midnight coffee-sessions and secrets whispered,
like Chinese-whispers she so loved.
I want my baby back, please,