It feels like just yesterday

When the moonlight streaked in through the window,

When all that could be heard

Was the endless hypnotising ticking of the clock,

Dead silence of the night, only interrupted by her voice.

Her glistening cornea spoke a million words,

My hand in hers,

Alternate breaths on my neck.

Teary swallows making things worse,

Memories dissolving my insides, burning rather.

A heavy gasp was just the beginning of it,

“Goodbye” being the end.

Did she even care?

About me, about us?

It all became a blur.

Goodbye.

This word not only ended us.

But also me,

My dreams, my strength to love.

Three years on, she walks the hallways of Woodstock.

Yet every time I close my eyes,

I see her walking the lanes,

Lanes of my memory.

The writer is a student of Class VIII at Sunbeams School.