
Can’t tell if I’m over you now
I can’t quite precisely tell if I’m over you now.
I still stalk your social media profiles.
I still blush when I pass by the road where
You confessed your feelings first.
I still have every chocolates and roses
You’ve given me.
The drawer on the left of my bed,
Still contains all the gifts and letters from you.
I don’t hug the teddy you gifted me now
But it’s something different that I still have that teddy.
I feel like burning all our photographs
But the truth is that I cherish our memories looking at them.
The last few puffs of the cigarettes I leave untouched,
Still craves to be felt by your lips.
But I don’t cry over your hurt games anymore.
I don’t spend sleepless nights wondering if I still matter.
I don’t feel myself lurking over someone who doesn’t care.
I don’t feel lonely with someone right by my side.
No, I don’t hate myself anymore.
I might have forgotten what it feels like to be held with love
But then, I don’t flinch over an unfamiliar touch
Fearing it might be you
So you see, I can’t quite precisely say if I’m over you or not.
But one thing I’m quite sure of, I’m over the old me I used to be.
-Brigid Shrestha