For D.M., Once more.

For D. M., again.

Turn down the street lights

In their shadows, linger

Your smells

-cigarettes, weed, and rum.

Break open

The shelves in the fridge

That hold snickers bars

And Mars bars you

Gave to me and my friends.

For us millenials

It is easy to

get rid of someone-

We just block them.

What do I do with the

Touch of your lips on

Mine and the taste of

Yr tongue in my mouth

Now that you

Don't reply to my texts

And disconnect my calls.

I try not to be a creep

But what do I do with

All this longing that

I have kept away in

A corner for you. I

Cannot get

To that corner

I have lost my way.

Give me back my

Nose pin that I

Lost when yu were kissing me

And our breath

Fogged up my spectacles.

Give me back one hour

And 300 rs I spent

Travelling to you

When halfway there

You said you couldn't

See me and I asked

The autowala to take

A U-turn from the flyover

-I wish going

Back was as easy

And I

Wish I would forget you

The dark circles under yr eyes.

You are a cliche

You are a child

You are a man

You are scared.

Take back your smells and shadows and chocolates that have turned sour, your kisses and promises unmade and broken hearts.

I will find my corner again and live there until someone else comes along and gives me hope again, like you did, only to destroy it all over again.