Moving On

Clementine,
I live to forget you, with every winter passing by,
With every train going.
Screaming at me for trapping you.
I live seeing you in the bookstore,
Where I come and kiss your cheeks,
like whispered verses.

Summer,
I live to see you in the park,
Sitting wearing ring given not by me,
Telling me love is not fantasy anymore for you.
I live by sharing earphones and playing old songs.
And finding us in the music.

Kat,
I live to see you hate me,
You cry in the class.
I live to see you say you hate that you don't hate me,
And kiss me.

I live to see you walking away from my hug,
Holding hands when crossing roads,
But letting it go as soon as you hold it.
I live by your smile and your scent when you come close.

I live by seeing you in my dreams,
Waking up at dead of night,
Sweating in the middle of winter.
I live by your calm face when you sleep next to me,
Like a baby.
And you,
I live by hope for us and love for you.
I live.
- Pratik