winter blues are sledging down in the snow
someone picked all the grief from hearts
to paint a big umbrella in the sky
the pain learns to self-soothe as it grows up and becomes enormous
I treasure the blues and griefs and love
but it is getting heavier each day
the last few straws broke my back
then got stuck in my eyes somehow
“seasonal allergies”, blotting the irritated, itchy and watery eyes I explain to a random stranger for absolutely no reason
“for my mom,” pointing to the flowers
I explain again with a shiny smile
the gloss I applied in the car is rose-fresh
the girl with the tattooed butterfly and pierced nose nods with a faint smile, blinking once
meaning your secret is safe
she might be reading all the secrets everyone has cautiously tucked behind their eyes at the checkout lines
or nature hid behind the overcasting blues of the sky
somewhere in the multiple keys attached
to her lanyard is the one to a locker
where her treasure is stashed safely
there is one in my keychain, too
being well aware that seasonal allergies will outlive seasonal flowers by a lifetime
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