You came to me swimming in colours unseen,
And you left them on me
The day that you left me—
I wasn’t a blank canvas,
A work in progress, maybe,
You painted me in colours you called your own,
Colours I’d never dare to claim,
So I wonder why they felt like home,
Colours I’d been missing all along,
So faded, I’ll never find them now you’re gone.
You brought me music I’d never heard of,
Songs that wormed their way into my soul;
And now they remind me of you
Singing with the wind and the birds,
A voice that drifted over to my window—
Drew me like an unravelled yarn to you,
In that garden, you all by your lonesome,
Until you shared with me what was yours,
And now that you’re gone, leaving it all behind,
It’s all that I have left of you.
And I’m left here on my own,
Building up the walls that you broke down;
Every brick a piece of your memory,
I put back together but you remain gone.
No amount of tears could turn back time,
But maybe we can change the odds if we tried—
And there’s something I can’t erase,
All the pieces that you left behind,
A part of you will always call me home,
One to which you’ll never return.
~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.
This one’s all about how people just seem to walk into our lives and leave a part of themselves behind all the time. And we somehow just end up making peace with that because we are, after all, just a big mosaic of all of our experiences put together. It’s a beautiful concept and there’s so much that could be said about this, but this is what came to mind today and I hope you like reading it.
The Shubhster. Xx