Day 1: Speech

 Dear Chaitra,

Yesterday was your birthday. I should have written it down but I didn't think to. It is strange to think I haven't seen you in more than a month. It is strange to think I haven't spoken at all in more than a month... I just... never know what to say... and why speak if only to myself? I forget sometimes that I haven't said anything until I try to speak... and nothing comes out... and I remember. 

I remember you.

The way you laugh and sing. The way you always look like you're blushing. Your smile could light up a whole city for days, I'm sure it still does. 

Do you remember? The day you stole that flower and gave it to me? I kept it for months... and smiled every time I saw it. I don't know what happened to it, just... one day it was there and the next? Gone. Like me I suppose. Here and then gone without a trace. 




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