Synopsis
Prasannta Priya
It has been seven days since I have been crying,
Hands on face, chin on knees,
Like a toddler left behind,
His mother going to work,
My eyes have sunk deep,
My heart has sunk deeper,
And I have stared at my agony,
In deafening silence,
Like the time that you sleep through an alarm,
Never realizing that it went off,
I wonder why we remember an actor by their role in a movie,
Remembering them as nothing, but that character in our heads,
To me, Kate Winslet remained Rose from Titanic till she became my Clementine,
From Eternal Sunshine,
My tangerine, my cherry wine,
I wonder if people also remember us like that,
Remembering the worst notes that we sang,
Or the spiciest food we ever ordered,
Too drunk to get up,
I wonder how you remember me,
As a misery long gone,
Or a remorseful mistake,
Now that I am another synopsis of your lonely flings,
I wonder if you remember me at all,
On days when I notice how you’ve started talking to other women,
With beautiful faces,
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