A haze of forgetfulness seemed to have settled over the world, pervading lives that had earlier been untouched. People forgot their names and names ceased to have any meaning. And once that came to pass, there was very little left to hold the fabric of the world together. And happiness was gone, just like that, a candle snuffed out by a wayward wind. And the flimsy winds of change too failed to bring about change in this constant buzz of the memories, the dead and the dying, the lived and the universe. Imagination became just another imagined word.
Out here on the fire escape…the only escape is on the other side.
I rolled down the windows and let the air caress my face and soothe my aching thoughts. She sat there in the seat right next to mine yet she was farther away than ever before.
Her head rested on the window’s edge and the wind messed up her hair.I wanted to say something but the words caught in my throat. All I can think of is her trying to smile at me through the tears streaming down her face.
“THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX,” HE SAID.
“WHAT BOX?,” SHE REPLIED.
It was easier back then, all he had to do was pack his bags and leave.
It was harder back then, he never had a reason to stay
Now he had her, and she was everything he needed.
But she was no longer there to tell him that.