The guy you had a massive crush on 10 years ago is now officially a senior citizen.
The nicknames that your no-longer lover used for you 17 years ago are now popular hashtags on social media feeds.
That beautiful stranger you once kept at bay 8 years ago now knows what you feel like at 2 am, and he tastes just like love mixed with freedom each time you close your eyes.
The warm wooden wardrobe that once smelled of mothballs and Christian Dior's Poison now daunts you like a dark cave.
The mango pickle in a plastic jar that once housed sugary sweet marmalade made in the little town you grew up in now tastes like tears, and you want them to last a lifetime.
The cool hands that once touched your forehead as you burned with fever now lie buried under red earth a 1,000 miles away.
The long brown fingers of your first love that once strummed at the tight strings around your neck now tend to a cold garden on another continent.
The girl you once were on a rainy day dressed in red gum boots and a fluorescent green raincoat now wishes you still had the courage to skip over puddles and sing your favourite songs out loud.
But the lips that once kissed your cheeks and the hands that held your tiny hands in them and the arms that wrapped around your tiny fears are still the ones that make you feel like you.
The nicknames that your no-longer lover used for you 17 years ago are now popular hashtags on social media feeds.
That beautiful stranger you once kept at bay 8 years ago now knows what you feel like at 2 am, and he tastes just like love mixed with freedom each time you close your eyes.
The warm wooden wardrobe that once smelled of mothballs and Christian Dior's Poison now daunts you like a dark cave.
The mango pickle in a plastic jar that once housed sugary sweet marmalade made in the little town you grew up in now tastes like tears, and you want them to last a lifetime.
The cool hands that once touched your forehead as you burned with fever now lie buried under red earth a 1,000 miles away.
The long brown fingers of your first love that once strummed at the tight strings around your neck now tend to a cold garden on another continent.
The girl you once were on a rainy day dressed in red gum boots and a fluorescent green raincoat now wishes you still had the courage to skip over puddles and sing your favourite songs out loud.
But the lips that once kissed your cheeks and the hands that held your tiny hands in them and the arms that wrapped around your tiny fears are still the ones that make you feel like you.
1 comment:
This is one of the best pieces that you ever wrote.
I wish you add to this and continue on.. the only thing I hate about this post is that it wasn't longer enough..
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