It's a dewey grey school evening.
We get a couple of hours to spend
on cake and walks.
And laughs.
I wear my green silk top and embroidered shoes
-it will all be wet soon.
I fill a bag with flowers for you.
My pomegranate tree shakes its rain in me
as I reach and pluck your presents.
What I don't know now
is that I'll remember this day
after we part ways.
None of the disagreements,
just this day.
And monsoon again,
when you're just a few streets away,
I won't remember why,
why I can't come over with a bag of pomegranate flowers,
why we can't walk together in the rain,
why I'm all grown up, but missed seeing you change.
Only this memory of your birthday will remain.
💌This is about a treasured friendship which didn't survive. I am still thankful for having had it while it lasted and remember the good things.