When we hold hands,
the way with which our fingers entwine is
akin to the way a flower unfurls its petals -
delicate, full of promise,

*and transient

Puffy eyes
Salty cheeks
A tormented mind
A weary heart
A plagued soul
A fatigued body

A terrible day

"Do you know how many times you've disappointed me?"

Well, in fact, I do
I do so meticulously note them down

The paper - my flesh
The pen - a razor
The incidents - my blood
The reminders - my scars

So don't you ever worry,
Because, yes, I do know how many times I have disappointed you

Would you like to see them?

This is my apology –

To my parents,
my best friends,
my psychiatrist,
my psychologist,
my counsellors,
my doctor,
and everyone else I’m too forgetful or ungrateful to mention

The apology is not from a dry throat and a shaky, fragile voice,
or words sloppily scrawled on tear-stained paper,
for

“I’m sorry”

is not enough

Thus, I have concluded that I will not say “I’m sorry” anymore;
Instead I will say

“Goodbye”




and I hope that is enough

Patience
Kindness
Empathy
Appreciation
Warmth
Faith
Trust
Love

E­ight complex words,
but a simple three-letter word changed the meaning of them all -

**You.