you have my word

somewhere in your back pocket,

can you check?

maybe you're sitting on it,

ah no, that was the vape,

i swear i gave it to you,

uh, or maybe you,

or you?

did i leave it at the bar?

has it fallen to where all good things go?

things rediscovered many years later,

& we’re still just as enamoured-

i can forget you all i like,

but i’ll never forget the language,

you have my word, i swear you do,

just look again, one more time,

do i make sense?

or do you make sense?

wait who? makes?? sense???

can we make it together?

i can stop by later in the evening,

a phone call maybe,

or that cafe we met at last,

you really liked that place na?

i’m sure we'll figure it out.

it’s getting colder in this city,

i miss your smile all the time,

it's all i talk about,

you have my word,

you have my tongue,

from when we spoke last,

like the conversation would never end,

like a lifetime waits for us,

for finding each other,

tucked out of the cold,

safe in our words.

time is a fickle thing, like a heart.

like habits, actually.

the guy who brought our tv home said the stairs must be a pain in the ass for us to sisyphus daily.

i said “ab toh aadat ho chuki hai.”

he said “sahi baat hai, aadat toh bohot buri cheez hoti hai, pehle saath hone ki aadat lag jaati hai, fir alag rehne ki aadat lag jaati hai.”

other than the spectacular image of sisyphus singing “kya karu oh ladies mai hu aadat se majboor” branded in my head now, that sentence completely woke me up.

i repeat, stay woke.

you have my word, my ally.