You Who Moved On.

It's all only play pretend.

Like the masking of the stars

By cloud and fog,

The sanding down of chopsticks,

It does not rid it

Of all the splinters,

It only reassures,

Makes her feel better.

And so you might think,

She is apathetic.

That she lets go

Like drifting off into sleep,

That you,

You who walked away,

Or you,

You who moved on,

Was bade goodbye

Like a turning page.

But she,

She holds on

Like to all her favourite poems,

Every line and syllable.

You who would never think

You would be remembered. 

You,

You who were only there

For one peak of the generation,

One school year,

One celebration.

You,

You who has forgotten

About her.

But—

She sees you,

In rain and world maps

And all her favourite things.

She sees you,

In the scribbles

On her worksheets

Signed with your handwriting.

She understands.

This,

Is how life unfolds.

People come and go.

So it is okay

That you have left,

You have other places

You need to explore,

Other people

You need to touch

In the way you've done for her.

But see her,

In the scribbles

On your paper

Signed with her handwriting.

See her,

In aged paper

And world maps

And rain.

See her,

And do not turn away

As if you have never met.

Because trust me,

That's the worst thing

You can do

To a girl who can never let

Go.

She,

She who always tends to speak

In third person.