Some Day

Some Day
I thought I would tell you some day

The vacant spaces
In my house
Is full of memories….

Each object lies
In exactly the same spot
As you left it
When last you visited
What together we called
Our home…..

Yet,
If anyone were to ask me
If the rising sun
The hazy morn
Or even a walk
On the dew-wet grass
Reminded me of you

I would draw a blank.

For in the swans
The squirrels
The puppies nestled close to their mother
I feel the warmth
I have known so intimately….

Yet,
Whenever an object you left
Is moved even a centimetre
From where you placed it
When last you visited our home
Or the sun is invisible
Hiding behind the mist
Or the clouds
I feel restless
Impatient
Agitated
Irritable
Anxious…..

I lose my centre
I am lost.

Yet,
If anyone were to ask me
If I remember you
Sometimes? …..Ever?

I would draw a blank.


-Julia A.Dutta