Written by: Rushina Tamang - 26008, Grade IX
Posted on: 05 August, 2022
The music sounds angelic,
Like hearing it for the first time,
I imagine myself dancing with her,
Which feels like the last time,
I sit on my archaic chair,
Made it myself in 1983,
My adult life and memories are sewn on it,
Like the threads, I’ve used to bond it,
My two most cherished possessions,
The chair and the music box,
But they’re too hefty to carry,
Guess I can’t bring them with me after all,
I put on my wedding suit,
A black Cashmere,
Her white gown was alluring,
That memory is still very clear,
I make myself a Crème brûlée,
Using her self-made recipe,
And what can I say,
The flavour of it still gets me,
I’m following it today,
I’ve made my decision,
I’m saying goodbye to everything,
Including me, her and my dog Winston,
It has bothered me,
Calling my name repeatedly,
I’ve been trying to ignore it,
But I guess it’s got me,
I find myself at a cliff,
With the brine below,
It doesn’t look scary,
Nor does it look shallow,
I’ve left everything,
I’ve left home,
I return to everything every time,
But this time, I’ll be gone.
