Lost Memories

By Ruksana Nongrum

And I'll eventually forget the colour of your eyes and smile underneath that honourable beard and how your hair would sit perfectly under a majestic turban and you'll struggle to remember the way my hazel eyes glowed at the sight of every dessert and how my fingers would run through my locks whenever I hid a surprise from you.

Piecing back the blurry puzzle would be an aimless journey, and eventually we'll just be two more people, drowned in a pool full of lots of people that couldn't quite make it work and nobody will know that for a while back there, we almost nearly had it before we lost it for good.

By Ruksana Nongrum