As is not my nature,
i was waiting for Mrs kimble
outside her store,
I think i was in love..
She sold tea bags
the kind you hadn't heard of
and you wouldn't really want to drink
As i rolled around in my thoughts
dolled up as fine as i could
a hawk helplessly hovered in the sky above,
i did not notice that
but the little girl,probably lost
pressing my hand firmly
Her hands too cold to be as sweaty as they were,
I realized i had been standing there for too long now,
Mrs kimble wasn't going to come out
so i walked down the road with the girl
and we had a cup of tea,somewhere
She said we would meet again,which we never did
since we were in love with the same woman,
She looked just like her mother
who had now been missing for two years..
i was waiting for Mrs kimble
outside her store,
I think i was in love..
She sold tea bags
the kind you hadn't heard of
and you wouldn't really want to drink
As i rolled around in my thoughts
dolled up as fine as i could
a hawk helplessly hovered in the sky above,
i did not notice that
but the little girl,probably lost
pressing my hand firmly
Her hands too cold to be as sweaty as they were,
I realized i had been standing there for too long now,
Mrs kimble wasn't going to come out
so i walked down the road with the girl
and we had a cup of tea,somewhere
She said we would meet again,which we never did
since we were in love with the same woman,
She looked just like her mother
who had now been missing for two years..
the specificity of mrs. kimble! i love her too now. it is heartbreaking. manik, you have written something incredibly special here!
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erin
Agree with Erin. A very special piece. The prevailing sense of loss is not just surrounding the missing or dead, it is our own bodies untethered. We are left, then right, then backwards...not really knowing why we have been let go in the wind. But we do know we are lost. For a time.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant twist of plot in something that's certainly not a story long lost nor a poem with a cause, it just dwells on ur mind, the moment one reads d last three lines..
ReplyDeleteP.S- I still will love to see you take on a happy existence wit ur words someday... :)
Erin,Annie
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by...Loss is always an emotional inquest to oneself...one you will always lose..
Neha,
May that day come..Wouldn't i be the happiest flow along that river..