Sheila
She left today.
My roommate of yester years.
It was the past seeping into the present;
A present too busy for past to come
except when enforced in physical form.
It was the physical form of past
that hovered as she flitted around.
We did not talk of past much,
we talked of kids, we talked of us
we talked of our work....
the past just floated around and dropped
once in a while in a word or so
and yet
it is the dreaminess of past that touched
it is the loveliness of youth that sparkled
it is the carefreeness of studenthood that tugged
it is the sweetness of love that smiled
making the present
mellowed, soft, light, like a kiss.
And as she left, the present swept in
to fill up the space left by the receding wave.
The pause between the past receding
and the present filling in
was my taxi ride back from the airport express.
My being filled with a tiny sadness undefined
A small echo of the past, disappeared
before it engulfed the present.
The kids came running out of the bus
"Mamma! Mamma"
The dream woke up.
posted by Tuya @ 19:34
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