Coffee & you; bitter

When I am drinking coffee,

The image of your face comes flitting into my mind,

And strains of belongingness on your face,

And I wonder where the belongingness  comes from,

As you are not mine and I am not yours.

And then I realise what the belongingness denotes,

It is merely an indication of how much more happier you are now,

Now that you left the home I made for you.

And then when you think that my mind has wandered off somewhere,

Your eyes fill up with water but I know it is mostly pain,

And you think that I cannot see it, that I am busy,

But my heart has a soft spot for you yet,

Even though the intense love has faded away leaving only immense care,

But anyways, I can see it,

See the pain, see how you don't belong with the one you are now,

And it is okay,

I will come again, love,

I'll come and save you again.

We had to grow up

I was talking with my friend about the games we used to play,

friction car races and spinning beyblades,

not one ounce of care about reaching home late,

because those games were our life, and that's where we would stay.

We would be sad about our friend not giving us candy,

or not being invited to a mutual friend's party,

we weren't angry about playing with people from different backgrounds, because frankly-

We didn't care.

When we were young, our language was not words,

words like “aaaaah” “YAAAAY” “hahahaha” were merely sounds that were not understood as consonants,

but as emotions.

Fights were about playing hide & seek or Tag you're It,

not about who liked and commented on whose post, all that shit.

When we were young and immature,

we would get sad if our jokes were not laughed upon,

now we are sad if somebody laughs on a joke cracked by our friend.

Being children, we would angrily pout if our friend dropped our cup,

now we are angry because our friend deliberately threw the cup to break it.

This was our life,

But we had to grow up.