Going back in time I see a younger me The happiest, high-spirited girl I see her looking at him Innocence in her eyes
I wish I could tell her to turn back I wish I could hug her for what's about to come She looks happy though Still content with the one person who seems to be her world There's fear in her eyes, but she still leaps forward She risks it all for love
I know where she would be now I watch her lonely self Walk down that same road Confused, hurt but still keeps walking I wish I could hug her now more than ever For the brave girl she was trying to be I wish I could tell her she's not alone
Things haven't changed much though She would still choose love, I know Even with all the hurt and betrayal And things that are never really in our control She would still choose to walk down that road But it's time I told her that I cannot make the clock reverse And there's no bringing back what once was hers
And just like that, September slipped away like a dream. Like a song we sometimes wish would never end. It came and went almost unnoticed. Its soft footsteps never made the floor creak even on languid days when the afternoons were drowsy and couldn't stifle a yawn.
How I wish I told her weeks back to stay for good, but I was too engrossed listening to the variety of nostalgic Christmas songs being played on repeat since the day she first knocked on my door with surprise gifts that made the kid in me ecstatic for days. I forgot she isn't staying for long or maybe I knew but I was just in denial that I thought it's going to make the days longer than they should.
Some days I wish the hours would stretch till eternity so I could sit beside her as long as I want to, while we enjoy hot cocoa with bits of Marshmallows by the window on drizzly mornings. And like best of friends, we would giggle no end as we tell each other random stories and plans for Christmas while we watch the rain trickle lazily on windowpanes, then we will write our names with tiny hearts on the foggy glass.
This morning, I was a bit under the weather knowing that September packed her suitcase last night and today is her last day with me. I wanted to make us a hearty breakfast, with her favorite bacon and eggs but we ended up having the longest, most quiet breakfast over oatmeal and brewed coffee. We ate in silence, my breathing shallow, I could feel the lump in my throat stuck for a moment. I couldn't hush and stop the stubborn tear that fell on my cheek like a naughty kid.
I wanted to hug her oh so tight and tell her to stay for a while but I knew it's time for her to go. Somehow, the thought that she's coming back one fine day made the parting a little less bittersweet, it made my separation anxiety take a back seat as I heaved a deep sigh. I guess it isn't going to stick around that long for October to see.