The Remains of Us

By Pallavi Verma

I never realised that moving on and getting over someone are two very different concepts I don't know if there will ever be a time when I look at a sunset a sunrise or anything that gives me a sense of home and belonging, without thinking of you Now our home may not have been the best, it was in a dilapidated part of town, with vandalised walls, broken walls and unsteady foundations but you know what? It was a happy home. The smell of burnt food and takeout food was the smell of our happiness. The sounds of the outside world were drowned out by the sounds of our laughter. The chill in the air was blanketed by the peace we felt with one another. Why then did we not work? We decided to renovate, to build something stronger and in that effort found out that we had the diagrams, plans and materials but we didn't have the cement. So we parted ways with pieces of us in our pockets. The problem is you're still somewhere in my heart. I look through all the chambers and find you in a locked room where I made a replica of our house. You and I are living peacefully in that house and you know what? I'm going to let that version of us be instead of breaking down that house too. I'm going to lock the room and throw away the key. I'm going to move on from you and not over you. Instead of making a bridge over you like you're something I need to forget, I'm going to keep walking with the REMAINS OF US in my pocket and hope you do the same.

By Pallavi Verma