Snapshot No. 1

***Sometimes I feel like I carry an album in my head. However, instead of containing photographs, it contains snapshots of events that I think best reflect the people around me. Sometimes this includes my interactions with them, other times things I saw them do when they thought no one was looking. Some of these events are good, others may not be. But henceforth, whenever I think of that person, I find myself viewing them through the colors and perspective of this snapshot first. If they are lucky and I get to know them for long enough, my collection of events involving them grows (I suppose you could also call the snapshots memories, but that would be boring). Using that same idea, here is an album of snapshots.***

****AND THIS STILL NEEDS A LOT OF WORK BUT I HAVEN'T PUT ANYTHING UP IN AWHILE... SO FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME!!****

6/19/11

Leaving you brings tears to my eyes
Tears that otherwise refuse to tumble down my cheeks when summoned
But the thought of parting ways with you always does the trick

Despite our strong blood ties,
We never spent much time together
But you made me realize that it’s not quantity
But rather quality.

Every two years, I see you for a month
Maybe two
But in those months you taught me to ride the train
We surged through the streets on the bus
We drank roadside Energee drinks
And ice cold sugar cane juice

You took me to the doctor and on the way back ordered me to drink warm boiled water only
You said I couldn’t drink any more cold water as you bought me my favorite ice cream from Natural

Do you remember-
That one smelly night?
When I woke up hurling food everywhere
Leaving a trail of vomit from my bed to the sink
That sink didn’t have a chance
Do you remember how you woke up and held my hair back
Cheerful the whole time
Smiling comfortingly
How you tucked me into bed and told me you’d take care of my stinky mess
I knew then everything was going to be alright

Do you remember-
You would take us for long walks along the sea face
Cajoling us out of bed at 6 am so we could see the beautiful sunrise
And feel the tendrils of the cool breeze curling throughout the city before it awoke
Climbing up four stories to get back to our flat because the power had gone out


I know my tears aren’t wasted on you
I know you feel the same way every time life forces us apart
I saw your tears, which you didn’t bother to hide
When my sister got married
If she didn’t already belong to you
You shed enough tears to make her one of your own that night
I think you need to know, should know, that we are yours.