Celina Bagchi '24
You breathed in the chilled air,
Inhaled transparent promises
as you wondered why
no one ever seemed to
keep their word.
They don’t really care
but I do, I do.
So touched were you,
By the sadness of
empty eyes and hollow lies
that holy amber bottles couldn’t fix,
By the resignation of
dull hair and a vacant stare
no amount of soap could ever cleanse.
You’re fragile. The mind
is a breakable thing, they say.
And so I see it now, I
wish I had done it all differently,
That I could take it back
that we never grew apart
And if I had only done better
done right by you
perhaps my outpouring of words
of meaningless letters on a page
Could be enough.
Even if I was the disease,
Rather than the cure.