FranKophone

Dear You, I have been noticing you for quite some time now. You never look sideways. I happen to like it. You look angry. Do I intimidate you? I see that your eyes are bereft of kohl. I need nothing from you – not even a glance. I just want to look into your eyes. For now. And perhaps, forever. Yours madly, Me. Pic Courtesy : Google

I stepped into the room.  It smelt familiar.  The curtains were the same.  Bright sunlight beaming through them.  The floor still sparkled.  I opened the cupboard.  My things were shabbily stacked in a corner.  As if someone wanted me out of the way.  I sighed.  Closing the cupboard, I found my table missing.  Replaced by a more glamorous piece of furniture. I decided it was wiser to move somewhere else. But again, wasn’t it my place? It truly is. The window sill sports my coffee mug stains. The walls still bear my pencil marks. The same songs play in my mind. I belong to this place. And the place, indeed, missed me. Badly. Courtesy: Google