No Happy Endings

What is sad about those
who’ve passed away
is that they stop being part of
our conversations.
As a curious eight year old
I used to talk to granny about
death and what comes after.
She promised me she’d send me
postcards from wherever she goes
after she leaves the world of the living.
Little did I know
that soon our conversations
would become a memory
and I’d be left waiting and waiting
for those postcards in my name.
What is sad about those
who’ve passed away
is that they play a constant game
of hide ‘n’ seek even in our
fondest memories.
As a lil girl in the world
of big brothers I had none
to play dress up with
till my auntie dearest stepped up
to the role of my playmate
and personal doll.
Playing dress up
and plaiting her long hair
into whatever do’s I could dream up.
Never complaining that
my little fingers would
tangle her pretty locks
beyond repair or recognition.
My playmate, my doll
turned confidante when I grew up,
never could foresee that all
those pretty locks would
soon become just a fond memory
as she fell prey to a monstrous disease.
My doll was still the
most beautiful thing
I’ve ever seen, even without those
long pretty locks.
Little did I know that
my playmate too would be soon
snatched away from me.
Or that the lil girl would
now grow her hair long
to grasp at her fondest memories.
Soon the postcards, the pretty locks
became memories kept in the
prettiest corners of my heart
even as they stopped becoming
part of our conversations.
I frantically tied those
memories close, in the hope
that I’d never forget them.

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One thought on “No Happy Endings

  1. Oh… Dear …really you touched my heart……. I wish all of us may get atleast a chance to rewind our lives to meet and hug our loved ones ……….

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